An Ode To Deerling

Tall ears, twitching at the sound of danger

Large grey eyes, wide like the stars above,

Growing wider at the sight of a stranger,

Running away from strife, elegantly like a dove.

Its fur changing with the seasons, a beautiful sight,

Almost like a little dryad, leaping in the forests,

Their sweet voices chirping, echoing,

Calling forth nature, with all their might,

Pink, green, orange, and brown, a whole chorus,

A cycle of the seasons, a deer leaping.

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The sweet pokemon, timid by nature,

Usually not fond of humans, they prefer to hide,

But their powers are strong, far greater,

Than any pokemon like them, their joy and pride,

Hooves dancing elegantly on the rugged rocks,

Running across green meadows under the sun,

Prancing like fairies, their graceful bodies,

Exude a natural atmosphere, more when they become bucks,

Bright eyed and bushy tailed, they run,

Through roses, daisies, violets, and poppies.