Of a Stag in Colorado

Did you see deer? He was here but a second ago, with antlers that would make the average pine tree jealous.  He crossed the stream not ten seconds ago, where pebbles break the flow, making for a shimmer. He pranced so proudly along, without a care in the world. He did not even seem to acknowledge us with our fishing poles. He seemed to know nothing of the dangers of man and the sticks of fire and thunder. I believe he did steal a half glance our way. But you father with your red curls, and bushy face and stick in the water were of no threat to him. And me, with my shaggy brown mop, and twig like stature was nothing more than thing of innocence, eying a thing of innocence in this Colorado wilderness.