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, their branches stories told. The snow, a canvas pure and white, Reflects the moon's gentle, ethereal light. In this still scene, a tale unfolds, Of peace, of vigilance, of whispers cold. The deer's soft breathing, a gentle hush, Echoes through the forest's quiet rush. A moment frozen, pure and bright, A testament to nature's quiet might.