Sample Sheet for Writing

Description

Soft white body of fur sensually sleeked back morphs into a set of four slender black legs ending in a trapezoidal hoof ready for pouncing and play. On top of the back lies the symbol for the five types of purple devils she unleashes as she prances. The last realm on her tail exclusively reserved for fawn imps who entertain and escape from their mentors with it. As her slender pearly white neck rises from the body her mask covered eyes highlights her demur Mona Lisa like smile underneath the puggish cute nose. On her head she wears a mask. Her eyes become the orange tadpole like form with the come hither hook. Below a set of black feathers extend out curvaceous but sturdy for all the tickling about to commence. Above a crest of the same black feathers to tickle those in the air space realm. Either side of the head an engaging set of well spread voluptuous rack marked with an orange circle invites streams of play. From the fingers of that enticing well spread rack more tickles stream to all.

Purpose

Harlequin Deer leaps through the forest adding impish antics to the empire of flora and fauna. Known for making an inner change of behavior in the deer she does so with a smile and grace. As she passes by her special sauce as in aura breathes new life into fawn and mentor alike. The way she does so entirely disassembles the dark forces that try to enter the forest. Harlequin makes purple devils. Purple devils go about doing good deeds, antics that make others laugh, and just impishly defy the norms. They sit far above in the rafters of the ruins. They gather in the not so complete places such as the abstract forest by the lone tree and large plateau rock or in the corner of the pond nearest the big humming tree where a close look turns the landscape into a surreal watercolor expansion.

Hopping and skipping around the pond an array of sounds entered my furry little fawn ears. High pitched and quick I suddenly realized not just dragonflies lurked among the cattails and pussy willow branches but there lie crickets. Making an "S" shape with my body I sleekly glided between the cattails and cocked my head just so. Shrilly and distinctly I heard the cricket call. Elusive between the splashes of the frog and the meandering of the fish I followed the sound till underneath the bridge. I sat quietly as I discerned the cricket direction. Small black or brown spots barely perceptible to the deer eye lurk in the grass and shadows lie cricket homes and cricket ways. Looking for mates or chirping the temperature to others fellow crickets nearby alerts everyone in the forest that we are not alone. Of course where cricket appears so oes India. Hope it is Sariwatsi or maybe the ancient temple in Orissa at dawn. Either creates that ebb and flow so necessary to life and love.

Hopping like crickets in this video from INdia Made in India
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvloHsmi_vg

Moist, deeply brown with the swirling of souls in every blink the deer viewed the forest in the dim light. Tilting her head just so she saw the underneath of leaves waving in the slight breeze as the sounds of the babbling brook filled her ears. Seeing the blues, reds and greens of the forest comforted her as the colors danced across the various objects before her. Purple hazes took a bit to adjust to. Not as natural but functional. Using the vision of other spectrums reveal other delights and forest secrets. Hidden covers where one could hear everything going on but not be seen. Plenty of those existed in the forest once curled up in with nose tucked between front legs with back legs sensuously and light laid next to long brown lovely legs. Meditative breathing slow and relaxed gave a mindfulness which leads to an awareness of all within and without. As the deer breathe exits and the moist deeply brown eyes scan the horizon changes occur. A gentle nudge to play, gracefully roll and giggle, hooves thrusted high in the air just to see how high you can go, and flying off hill, off tree, and over the pond starts up. Splish splash becomes a regular sound again as frog and deer interchange places in the swirling moist azul blue waters of the pond. The purple dragonflies gather near a small set of willows at the lower end of the pond near a log. Hear they whisper the secrets of the forest as they flit through antlers or ears frequently. Never followers by simply gently observers of the deer they act as a gateway of discovery. Many have enticed them to play but dragonflies interact as they please or not.

The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.

Ramakrishna