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A Country Encounter | |
| Soft brown eyes, appealing Whilst her heart raced in her breast, She'd lain so long, she'd lost all feeling Save for a tiredness, a need to rest. Trapped in wire, torn on the hock The young roe deer just lay, Bruised and battered, deep in shock Who for her, would save the day? |
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Our wee Dandie did espie her there And ran o'er to make a fuss. His barks and yells did fill the air, It was his noise that attracted us. The roe deer's eyes had filled with fear As we wrestled with the wire. Quite overwhelmed, I shed a tear To free this deer was my desire. |
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| My friend raced home to find the means
To cut the wee beast free, The Dandie licked my bloodstained jeans, It was the deer that bled, not me. At last the entanglement was clear, The roe's relief remained unspoken, A nervous twitch convulsed the deer I fear its leg was broken. |
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| Barbed wire in town or city Does not seem out of place, Should we show this roe deer pity? Now that's another case. With a bound that almost burst its heart It made a bee line for the trees Its sudden movement gave me a start And left me praying..... on my knees. |
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| A Country Encounter(Audio) | |
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