Three deer statues,
side by side,
once so golden and smooth.
To the farthest left and right,
the two are huge
in comparison to the fawn
snuggled in between.
Sightless eyes and
scentless noses
you would think make for poor sketches
of the world revolving.
But it is not so,
for the deer see more than you and I.
A world not meant for thee and me.
Pointed ears twitch motionlessly
towards sounds we will never hear,
listening to secrets poured
seamless and flowery
by half-ghosts in the dusk.
To the farthest left and right,
the two are no longer golden.
Rust has eaten away,
brought by wind
pummeled mercilessly upon
their beautiful hides.
But the fawn? Stays resplendent,
her golden but lost on the top of her
tiny little head.
From years of affection and
protection from the wind,
she will be treasured
and a treasure forever.