Deer Diva

A Poem by bubblefet

is it real fur

here he comes slow and unsteady
must b feeling anxious and unpretty
taking his time correcting his hair
with a young sapling growing there
hoping to help with how hes dressed
i quickly release this arrow to his chest
in a panic his makeup flies
hurling his body through the sky
he runs away and soon falls down
i thank him before i take his cape n crown