White Tails
White Tails
A whisper of wind wafts to the deer
A scent of clover to graze in the meadow
But also comes a smell of man and dog
Deers’ ears perk up, white tails raise
They head for the cover of the woods
And wait until danger passes
White Tails
A whisper of wind wafts to the deer
A scent of clover to graze in the meadow
But also comes a smell of man and dog
Deers’ ears perk up, white tails raise
They head for the cover of the woods
And wait until danger passes
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