the monarch of the glen he stands
his mighty antlers defiant raised above his head
his pearcing black eyes looking striaght a head
his magnificent dark brown fur gleeming in the sun

his large black nose smells the air looking
listening for the minor rustle of noise or breath of human smell
looking over his domain that monarch of the glen
his female deers all in toe follow where ever he go

the glint of the sun on his antlers shining bright as he stand in the
day light the freshness of the country air the heat of the midday sun
gently standing sometimes sitting on the ground resting in the miday sun
chewing on the green lush grass munching having fun his do not disturb sign on his door hes haveing fun

in the back ground the dark green thick trees there they can run and hide from the humans they stare watching listening glaring he watches and waits
protecting his females he watches and waits
for signs of human presence and off he goes in to the woods they all go out of sight
now hidden out of sight