Brown eyes of glass staring back at me without moving at all
While I'm looking at him I wonder about his life
What did he look like in velvet? Did he bed down leaving
a hunter wondering where he was? I notice his hair appears
to be old and grey, leaving me curious about his age
I imagine him running gracefully across the fallen snow
As I say my goodbyes before heading home, I glance back
at the lifeless mount hanging on the wall
Soft white hair visible around his ears, his antlers are still standing tall
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