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a derr lives in a park and in the forest
it has antlers that can be used for mating though that sounds painful
they have a big problem with the use of dear in letters and would rather people used their spelling of deer
By john on 08.19.2011
Furry cute big ears eating the lettuce from my garden. What can I do? I could eat the damn thing but its so cute. Deers need to eat too. What can I grow to keep them from eating my lettuce?
By FMD on 08.19.2011
The plural of deer is deer. We fed one once in yosemite close up. They are beautiful as fawns. bambi.
By laurisa URL on 08.19.2011
deer block the road. i love them . hunting is terrible, it’s like killing a man. what makes us better than deerj? we’re smarter yes, but part of nature nonetheless. a creation of god. with our own life. killing a deer is killing a person, destroying dreams, leaving a family mourning, a life ended short.
By ignatz on 08.19.2011
Deer. Deer in headlights. WHat exactly does that mean? I just saw deer on a vacation in Colorado. Actually aboout 50 deer. Is deer for singular or plural. That deer Those deers? I’m a little confused
By SHannon on 08.19.2011
When you and I were young, we would imagine entire kingdoms in a large field behind your house. The house was a large stone building, straight out of the 19th century English countryside. In the field, which once was the home to many cows, grew vast quantities of grass taller than our braided heads. One day as we were exploring, we came across a trampled clearing. Our colorful imaginations thought at once that it must have been the fairies who lived in the field and made the flowers grow. We travelled back across the weaving path we had created, and found your mother. She explained to us that the nest must have been created by deer as they rested for the night. “Deer are nomads,” she explained, “The roam free, looking for food, and sleeping when the become too tired to continue”. You and I decided that would be the life, but for now a nap would do. Tiredly we climbed the stairs and within minutes we were fast asleep, entangled together on your bed. While we slept we dreamt of deer and fields, and the things we would discover tomorrow.
By Maggie URL on 08.19.2011
A deer a female deer, I don’t like the idea of gender roles, or roles at all and then I remember that I much prefer 1910 in New York and it was all about breaking gender roles and so I guess I like them or how else can I break them. See where I’m going with all this.
By rachelle Zazzu on 08.19.2011
for making holes, a drink, to hit, short legged, thick-set horse, pieces of rock,
By damsenevi on 08.19.2011
graceful deer run through the forest at mornings light shining through the leaves in the trees to your eyes as you squint you see them run away from out but stop to look back their eyes peirce your soul and for a second you know exactly what its like to be hunted and misunderstood.
By Leah Blanchette on 08.19.2011
A little thing, just a faun. It stared up at me, over the barrel of my metal monster, as though it didn’t know what death was or just how it close it was to the wrong end of a bullet. I couldn’t shoot it. I had no reason to…I mean, it wasn’t good for meat or nuffin’…But it’s mother and father had to be ’round here somewhere. Although, sitting alone in the woods with a faun staring down your rifle’s barrel you just start to question whether or not you have the guts to go shoot its only chance of survival in this cold world.
By Jamie Locke URL on 08.19.2011
the freedom of the deer is not seen in pur daily life. the lust of jumping freely from one place t oa nother is no our life. but recall that the deer has a not a easy life.
By Avi Wollman URL on 08.19.2011
its an animal
It has horns
it has a spotted body
It stay in grass
its a prey of predators
It eats grass
It lives in jungle
It is brown colored skin
It is doe eyed
Its a mammal
It runs fast
its a herbivore
It has four legs
By Ipshita on 08.19.2011
an animal that crosses the road. i saw the other day running back to its mother amongst the trees. they are beautiful mysterious creatures and i don’t understand how someone can eat them.
By kelsie on 08.19.2011
fast. strong. beautiful. woods. running around. being hunted. nervous. worried. fear. life racing before their eyes.
By Hannah on 08.19.2011
The deer sped out in front of the car. Joey didn’t see it coming. He quickly swerved out of the way, but not before he hit it. It was the first time he’d ever killed something.
By Regan URL on 08.19.2011
in the headlights. stuck and caught and never to be freed. That’s one of the bohemian ideals. I’ve made a study of them and observations of life. I guess I’m an amateur sociologist. All I want is to figure everything out. But even I don’t want all of the answers. Why am I so elegant? I can’t even answer that. It just has to do with the way you move.
By Talia on 08.19.2011
Deer are not uncommon, where I live. It is not unusual to turn on the traffic report, and hear news of a deer on one of the city’s main roads.
And not too long ago, somebody my mother knows was in a car accident involving a moose on a highway. The young lady that my mum knows is critically ill, and the other girl is in hospital. These things happen, I suppose.
By freewriter URL on 08.19.2011
in headlights as i’m driving by your house. and no, i don’t just mean my expression. i was only there to see if your car was. not for some creepy reason but because, i don’t know, i wanted to know for certain you were home? no one saw me. at least, you didn’t see me so why does it matter? so, i’m pulling a k turn when, there…i see her…or him, but nothing that delicate can be male. nothing that sweet can possibly be anything other than a lady. and she’s looking at me. not judging or…punishing me for doing what i’m doing. just looking. understanding, maybe. knowing what it’s like to lose something. and i take a second. i breathe with her. we breathe together.
By Caroline on 08.19.2011
deer are really the stupidest creatures. You wouldnt think so because they are so elegant but they are. Here in nj they cause so many car accidents that the state encourages hunting them. I mean seriously i bet the roads are clear more then they are busy but deer always find a way to get hit. even a small child knows to look both sides then cross but deer just dont get it
By jake on 08.19.2011
caught in headlights
flash of light
a pile on the side
one of many
By Janet Lee on 08.19.2011
I don’t really know what deer means. Is it the animal with Santa Claus? You know, Rudolf, the red-nose. It can be. But it reminds me to a similar word… dear. It’s so beautiful and kind. If you have someone to call Dear, you’re lucky.
By Miss Nothing URL on 08.19.2011
i love deer alot, when i go to wisconsin with my family i love watching them eat at the feeder, also i was always a big bambi fan growing up. fawns are one of the cutest animal babies around i think with their little white spots, oh gosh sooooo beautiful. i dont like when people hunt deer i dont agree with it.
By lauren bernard on 08.19.2011
deer in the woods is what i saw when i drove my 55 chevy pickup down our old dirt road, the doors and handles rattling as i drive over bumps in the road.
i wish i made those noises when going over bumps in the road.
the deer stopped and looked at me with huge white eyes, as sacred as the sand.
By meredith small on 08.19.2011
It looked at me, just staring. I had almost hit, came so close. What would have happened then? The poor animal, majestic in all it’s beauty. It stared at me, with those eyes of it. They bored through me, judging me, curiosity shining through. I wondered what he was thinking about then. Did he know how close he had come to an encounter with death?
By Luke on 08.19.2011
There was tons of deer on the side of the road. Tons of them. She remembers when her mother used to say to drive slow, just to be careful. But at this point she’d never get to the hospital. It wouldn’t be prudent to listen to her mother just this once.
By Dawn on 08.19.2011
the thing was right there glowing green eyes chewing and like a large rabbit because it was dark and deer have dubious manners. they
By andy on 08.19.2011
I often see deer on the side of the road, as I’m driving home from work on Blagden St. I take Blagden St not because its the quickest route to work or the best route, but because it is the most scenic route. There are deer, for God’s sake. In the middle of the urban wasteland, there is an oasis of suburbia, complete with streets without sidewalks. And I love it.
By Diane on 08.19.2011
On those nights where the sun sets and the green fields turn golden and the woods light up with fireflies, the deer come out. Slowly at first, then more and more, prancing around like kids do on christmas morning.
By Grace Yrastorza on 08.19.2011
do a deer a female deer, thats what they say, a female deer… just that
By maca garcia on 08.19.2011
in the forrest. green grass. eat food. bambi. like to hop. tess hops like a deer. deer are cute when they are little. deer have spots sometimes. deer get hit by cars. deer are cute at times.
By Codi on 08.19.2011
Daddy hunted deer when I was younger. I always enjoyed going with him, to deer camp at least. I never got into going to shoot defenseless animals, but I did enjoy getting to spend time riding 4-wheelers, cooking with mommy, and gossiping with the women. It was weird for me being the only girl child, and I never really liked being the youngest.
By Midget Pixie URL on 08.19.2011
Caught in the headlights
Eyes growing wide
Stuck at a crossroad
Unsure which path to take
Do I flee or stay and fight?
By Jess URL on 08.19.2011
in the headlights. that’s me most of the time. i’m not unaware, life just takes me by surprise a lot.
By Christina URL on 08.19.2011
It’s an animal. With horns. It lives in the forest. Eats grass. Drinks water. It’s fast. And people love to hunt that animal. A deer is very easy to scare.
By Balbla URL on 08.19.2011
I cannot sleep without you. I cannot dream without you. Only nightmares. Nightmares of what we were and what we had. It was magic, taking my breath away every single day. Maybe that is why I’m dead now. Un-moving, for there is nothing to live for anymore. How painful it is to look at photographs of us, of you, of your brown hair, your blue eyes, the way your teeth shine, the way your arms feel against mine. How our hands fit perfectly together like a puzzle; without one piece it’s not complete. Moving on is too hard, for there is no such way to move on from this dark empty whole inside of me, where my heart once rested, pounding with love, feeling something powerful. But now all I feel is loneliness, so lonely I can’t feel anything at all. I’ll continue to hear your voice outside my door, I’ll continue to water the roses that you left, I’ll continue to put two plates on the table, one for me one for you. Even though you’re gone. Thank you for the memories. Even though they burn.
By emma URL on 08.19.2011
deer are part of the world and my world. i love deer. they are so quiet, so calm and so pretty. i like that they are all around. I want to have deer on my property. i want a deer as my pet. i want to live where there are always deer roaming my property. deer have beautiful eyes. deer are animals that should roam freely where every they want. if i had deer on my property, i would plant a special garden for them to be able to eat. people always complain deer eat their flowers. i would give them their own. i am one with deer.
By madison on 08.19.2011
Deer.. I female doe.. I hit one once.. it lived.. I cried.
By AmyMae URL on 08.19.2011
I’ve never hit a deer but I know of a lot of people who have. That would suck. jons cotage is on the road with the most car deer accidents. I also dont hunt but i think it would be broing . shooting a deer would not thrill me like it does for some people.
By stephanie URL on 08.19.2011
Frozen there. Brown eyes as deep as the ocean connecting with mine of vibrant green. A connection flows back and forth, to and from, stretching its thin tendrils and snaking it’s way into my heart and mind and for a second, I am a wild animal.
By Rowan on 08.19.2011
bambi, spots, soft, don’t hunt them, graceful, forest, cute babies, small
By Alexis URL on 08.19.2011