Comedy the deer soprano said
which made no sense to the head
Dark arts became her flair
when she chose not to take risk and dare
Comedy never became her forte
Preyed on teen talent made them bey

Those of us who knew her deer ways well
Would inform and tell
Twisted hebrew law
To make a devil's claw
Comedy became "come die"
So many began to defy

Those who practice the circle way
Find heavy price will come their way
Cry out they do Lord Lord for show
I never knew you now just go



Try the twin gods of deer they will help

I-C-U...

I C D B.

D B S A B-Z B!

R U B-N U? R U B-N D B?

R U C-P?

I M 2.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

While waiting the other deer brought the orange poppy like flowers from the fields. Their dream like quality for mystic crystal revelation and relief from the pains of old age have been well known from sunset to sunrise and back again. In the latter days ancient deer would still stand but only wander a few feet to return to gently sitting on the ground. With help he would arise daily several times from the ground to enjoy the breeze, the fish, sustenance and conversations with the head nods and hoof pawing.
At the stroke of midnight he arrived near the edge of the meadow where a rock had laid in the form of a deer for centuries. He turned it 90 degrees so the curled fawn's head was pointed to the sky and the bottom of the tail on the ground. With a new perspective all saw a sleeping fox had arrived in the forest. With that he lay down beside it to fall in a deep sleep from the flowers given by his lovely deer companion. In three days time he released his last breath quietly. They managed to place ancient deer across the backs of three adult deer. In step with each other his body was taken to the pond where the second lotus flower lays in the stream. Here they entered where deer become frog. Soon 4 frogs came from out the bridge and swam in the pond. Eventually the other deer returned to land. The ancient deer remained in the pond. Lovely deer the companion remained on land and was attended to by many. Some deer transform...

What two things can always see what the other sees, but can never see each other?

An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place,
Not in high place.

The elder deer accepted the forest gifts from others. Long companion deer took the moss given and made a mat by the small tree wrapped in ivy in the blue meadow surrounded by sycamore trees. Soaking the moss in water then brought to the elder deer let him sip while resting. Within that radius the elder deer functioned well. Others brought small trees they had uprooted with their antlers. Once arriving pawed the ground and placed in areas suitable for viewing from the moss mat. Some deer explored the water areas and found ferns. Placing the ferns where the sun beams streamed strongest broke it up a bit so the elder deer could remain in the dappled light. It made a lovely living fence that waved in the breezes as the day past. Others brought deer fairy plants for brunching since those plants had healing powers. Some realizing old age does not have a cure brought deer fairy plants that soothed and comforted. Mystic crystal revelations allowed when a deer becomes elderly. Other deer strategically placed plants around to make a path for walking. Something to view while waiting to transform from physical to just deer light. Who it helped the most became long companion deer. Joyful cuddles and communing had returned. Bellows and chat as each plant present came. Elder deer got up for short jaunts hunting the deer fairy plants among the blue foliage there. The flying deer had discovered long ago in the treetops and in the higher elevations of the Ruins air plants. They gathered those since they purified the air in an area. The ethereal look of the plants placed in branches low to the ground or even in the blue foliage made for creative thinking. Some deer took the air plants between forks of their antlers and tossed it around making some dance and others fall backwards on the back for a chortle. The elder deer told his stories to all of those he had known, of what he had learned, and how the forest had always taken care of him. Even now it did so.

The elder deer had survived another bout of cold and though fully recovered the energy did not come back up to the previous level. The deer of long companion not ready for the elder deer to go had limited activities to the point the elder deer nearly gave up. Roaming only with in the ruins as he reached the boundary edge he would indicate that if he went further he may not come back.

Empty shell deer was not something he wished to ever be. As mush as he loved the poppies, the stream, the rut he stayed within the framework of the ruins as if some invisible line ensured his safety. For long companion deer it made it easier. As much as he loved her so he wished not to cause any grief.

Others did not agree and began to make plans. How does one bring the forest to the elder deer? One by one deer searched long and far to find the pieces that represented the forest well. Moss, ferns, flowers, small trees began to appear on, around and in the ruins. Brought piece by piece by deer some as friends and some just participating because it looked like fun.

Within a short time different spots within the ruins had mini forest scenes. The elder deer roamed from mini-forest to mini-forest experiencing all that the mini-forest offered for him. Bringing the forest to the deer resulted in immense joy among those who visited and those who took care of the elder deer. It made the forest endless on another level. Having a weak deer body a mere inconvenience rather than a tragedy. Instead of talk of what does not work despite good health the elder deer talked of nature, cycles, plants, and love. In the dying ember of a deer life sparkled flares of joy seeding for the next generation.

The elder deer had survived another bout of cold and though fully recovered the energy did not come back up to the previous level. The deer of long companion not ready for the elder deer to go had limited activities to the point the elder deer nearly gave up. Roaming only with in the ruins as he reached the boundary edge he would indicate that if he went further he may not come back.

Empty shell deer was not something he wished to ever be. As mush as he loved the poppies, the stream, the rut he stayed within the framework of the ruins as if some invisible line ensured his safety. For long companion deer it made it easier. As much as he loved her so he wished not to cause any grief.

Others did not agree and began to make plans. How does one bring the forest to the elder deer? One by one deer searched long and far to find the pieces that represented the forest well. Moss, ferns, flowers, small trees began to appear on, around and in the ruins. Brought piece by piece by deer some as friends and some just participating because it looked like fun.

Within a short time different spots within the ruins had mini forest scenes. The elder deer roamed from mini-forest to mini-forest experiencing all that the mini-forest offered for him. Bringing the forest to the deer resulted in immense joy among those who visited and those who took care of the elder deer. It made the forest endless on another level. Having a weak deer body a mere inconvenience rather than a tragedy. Instead of talk of what does not work despite good health the elder deer talked of nature, cycles, plants, and love. In the dying ember of a deer life sparkled flares of joy seeding for the next generation.

The elder deer had survived another bout of cold and though fully recovered the energy did not come back up to the previous level. The deer of long companion not ready for the elder deer to go had limited activities to the point the elder deer nearly gave up. Roaming only with in the ruins as he reached the boundary edge he would indicate that if he went further he may not come back.

Empty shell deer was not something he wished to ever be. As mush as he loved the poppies, the stream, the rut he stayed within the framework of the ruins as if some invisible line ensured his safety. For long companion deer it made it easier. As much as he loved her so he wished not to cause any grief.

Others did not agree and began to make plans. How does one bring the forest to the elder deer? One by one deer searched long and far to find the pieces that represented the forest well. Moss, ferns, flowers, small trees began to appear on, around and in the ruins. Brought piece by piece by deer some as friends and some just participating because it looked like fun.

Within a short time different spots within the ruins had mini forest scenes. The elder deer roamed from mini-forest to mini-forest experiencing all that the mini-forest offered for him. Bringing the forest to the deer resulted in immense joy among those who visited and those who took care of the elder deer. It made the forest endless on another level. Having a weak deer body a mere inconvenience rather than a tragedy. Instead of talk of what does not work despite good health the elder deer talked of nature, cycles, plants, and love. In the dying ember of a deer life sparkled flares of joy seeding for the next generation.

The elder deer had survived another bout of cold and though fully recovered the energy did not come back up to the previous level. The deer of long companion not ready for the elder deer to go had limited activities to the point the elder deer nearly gave up. Roaming only with in the ruins as he reached the boundary edge he would indicate that if he went further he may not come back.

Empty shell deer was not something he wished to ever be. As mush as he loved the poppies, the stream, the rut he stayed within the framework of the ruins as if some invisible line ensured his safety. For long companion deer it made it easier. As much as he loved her so he wished not to cause any grief.

Others did not agree and began to make plans. How does one bring the forest to the elder deer? One by one deer searched long and far to find the pieces that represented the forest well. Moss, ferns, flowers, small trees began to appear on, around and in the ruins. Brought piece by piece by deer some as friends and some just participating because it looked like fun.

Within a short time different spots within the ruins had mini forest scenes. The elder deer roamed from mini-forest to mini-forest experiencing all that the mini-forest offered for him. Bringing the forest to the deer resulted in immense joy among those who visited and those who took care of the elder deer. It made the forest endless on another level. Having a weak deer body a mere inconvenience rather than a tragedy. Instead of talk of what does not work despite good health the elder deer talked of nature, cycles, plants, and love. In the dying ember of a deer life sparkled flares of joy seeding for the next generation.