Why do you look at me like
A deer in headlights
Breathless
Eyes restless
Looking for your mother deer
Afraid of every little thing that moves?
Your tiny heart starts thumping
When the leaf rustles
When the wind hustles
You quiver like a bowl of jelly.
Relax!
No lion or tiger or bear am I
And you’re no little deer alone,
Forlorn.
You’re a stag, baby, full grown.
Nice horns.
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