Born intellegant, they stand proud, holding their heads high, as honest, as the puffy white clouds floating in the saphire sky.
When they sense danger, their eyes get wide, their tails go up, then in fear they flee. You wouldn't hear a sound, when they move. It wouldn't matter if their walking, or running. It's amazing how quiet, they can be.

If someone spoke to loud, or moved to quick (in the woods), that would scare them, or give them a fright. But, atlas! Their not animals to be afraid of. It's as if, their rays of sunshine, or gifts from the good lord above.

When you see a fawn with a mother, it makes you want to shed a tear, for their animals of grace, of beauty; so pure. These beautiful creatures are known as deer.