Moonlit Sentinel

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A guardian deer stands watchful gray. The forest whispers secrets deep, As moonbeams dance upon its sleep. With antlers tall and eyes so bright, It watches over the silent night. The trees, like sentinels of old, Stand guard around the mystic fold. The snow, a blanket soft and deep, Cradles the earth in quiet sleep. In this still scene, where magic's spun, The deer's wise presence is begun. A symbol of grace, of gentle might, It stands as witness to the moon's pale light. A moment frozen, pure and white, A fleeting glimpse of nature's delight.