Lyrics To 'The Deer'

She absorbed her surroundings as she watched the trees rush by. She saw a large buck grazing on a patch of grass and giggled at the tiny chipmunks that seemed to be everywhere. She’d even saw a bear and thought it a little unusual for this time of year, but it was not uncommon. She pumped her legs and extended her stride. Her lungs expanded as they filled with air, her breath quickened as she waited for her second wind.

My heart pounded as my feet slammed along the beaten path in the woods. When I was certain I had gained enough ground, I dove under a bush. I began to crawl from the path, the branches tugging on my hair. I smiled as flowers danced across my face.

“Doe season” is a short literary work featured in one of Kaplan's popular collections. “Doe Season” may be short in length relative to other types of literature, but exhibits a deep, underlying meaning that burrows deeper than the story itself. One of the key components to the creation of “Doe Season” is the symbolism it displays. The title itself is very symbolic, as well as the descriptive writing used in this short work. While “Doe Season” takes place in a common setting, traversing the woods while hunting, a few aspects of the story are unique in the sense that the story is told from a 9-year-old girl's perspective. While hunting has long been seen as a man's task or hobby, this story follows

I sit and watch the morning pass by, an occasional raven flies by calling to its family, and all of a sudden something catches my eye. I look to the south and over the top of the hill comes a deer, my first deer of the season. I watch and realize it is a

This chapter begins with Jack still playing baseball with his team, but that doesn't last long. Soon, his mother is there and chases him around the bases until she grabs him and drives him home. The only thing she said to him was when she threw him in his room. Right before the door slammed shut she shouted YOUR GROUNDED at the top of her lungs and stomped away.

“Hey! We’re running now. Start moving.” I opened my weary eyes. In front of me was the dark face of the same woman who I talked to at dusk. Heeding her words, I rose and started moving to the exit of the barn, quietly evading the slumbering guard outside. I realized that she stayed behind for me and the rest were gone already. After we went over the fence, we started to run as fast as a tiger until we were out of breath and our limbs were sore. The weather was clear as day and the sun was right above me. Then, I heard the familiar sound of

Close your eyes for a moment and picture yourself in a beautiful place. A place that has no sense of time, and a place where the days are endless. Imagine yourself lying on the green grass looking up at the blue sky, just thinking. Wondering how’d you get here, and trying to figure out what took you so long to find this magical environment. That’s when a wild animal runs past you, and you jump to your feet startled.

In The story deerslayer by James Ferimore Cooper, Hawkeye is put into many situations where he can show is true colors and different personalities. Hawkeye fights for his people and the families of others. He does what he believes if right and proceeds until his task is finished. Coopers hero Natty Bumppo has legendary characteristics of moral code bravery, love interest, resourcefulness, peacemaking and generosity.

Chenelie jumped from snowy tree to snowy tree. Why were these hunters chasing her again? She’s way too small for any blanket or meal. Maybe the hunters just got bored and needed to busy themselves. “Na-na, na-na boo-boo!” cried Chenelie from the trees, sticking her paws in her ears. The hunters readied their guns, but never once hit Chenelie. She ran, climbed, ducked, jumped, and dodged. The hunters kept on chasing her, but they had no luck. Chenelie was not letting herself die for no reason.

The sound of the chirping birds awoke me. The smell of the grassy-smelling rain tickled my nose as I pried my heavy eyes open, tired from yesterday’s long day of adventuring. I squirmed out of my cozy sleeping bag, being gentle on my sore back after sleeping on the diamond-hard rock last night. I crawled out of my little compact tent as my stomach growled of hunger. I looked out to the foggy distance where the egg yolk-like sun was rising from behind the bumpy, tree-filled mountains. I gathered my hiking essentials and munched on a protein bar as I started exploring on the wet, slippery trail. Suddenly, I heard a footstep behind me. I turned around, but nothing in particular was there. I kept strolling along, observing the many species wandering

As they were flying along there was a little turbulence and before they knew it their flying car had broke and they were all going flying out the window. Bambi hit the rocky ground hard, while her parents fell into a pond. Bambi then noticed her mother and father drowning. Bambi looked with distress as she heard them struggling, but she didn’t know what to do. Then it went silent. Bambi was alone, no family, no friends, she didn’t know what to do. Bambi was hungry and she needed to get to the grasslands, but she couldn’t do it alone, it was too dangerous. Bambia sobbed and cried, but then she had an idea, she wiped away her remaining tears and she ran over to the flying car. Bambi picked up the broken pieces and put them together. She twisted, pulled, and pushed certain pieces together to make a machine. She then stepped back and turned the machine on and she had created a deer robot named

I am a wolf on the prowl. The apex predator, I am intelligent, loyal, instinctual, and yearn for freedom. Aggression and patience mark my style of work, as I work with intense dedication to the goals with which I posses. Once I know the identity of my prey, once I have it within my grasp, there is nothing to distract me from what I want, and what I want, I will get. At full stride and the top of my game, I am impressive and intimidating, a force to be reckoned with.

The same moment I decided to quicken my speed, a deer burst through the night. I screamed, stumbled and hit the ground with a loud thump. I sat on the moist ground for a moment to try to recover but my heart began to throb as if it was beating within my throat. It was just a deer I told myself, I had to be brave. Trying to get myself together I began to feel this hot puffs of air on the back of my neck. “It’s the goblin!” I screamed as I rapidly rose to my feet. My head spun like an owl as I went to look for what was behind me. I looked to the ground and discovered a little white dog. “You scared me to death little guy. What is a cute little puppy like you doing in a dense forest like this?” I said to him. I was relieved it was only a dog instead of the ghastly goblin, but I only made it half-way home by then. As I proceeded on the white little dog followed me. I felt more at ease now that I had him following me but he would not be considered much of a watch dog to most

In early morning, I grabbed my gear and my trusty small pistol. On my 7th birthday, my father gave this gun to me because hunting was a tradition in my family. I remember my father telling me that it was only made for me and me only. So whenever I’m hunting, I always carry my gun with me. As I stepped out, a soft light hit my face. I took a deep breath and the smell of salt and pines filled my nose, and then trotted into the ominous forest. My eyes instantly noticed tracks heading in a direction. I laughed to myself. “Ha ha ha, you call this fun?” I continued following and scanning the tracks, which now had several different ones now. I looked closely at them. The small tracks have been walked over before. I smiled. This boy had more experience than I thought, but I was smarter.

As the morning wore on I began to get anxious and fidgety feeling that no deer were going to come. As I was contemplating whether to leave my stand in the field, I recognized two deer grazing peacefully in the middle of the field. I quickly pulled up and looked through my scope and saw nothing but green fuzz. I was so nervous that I had forgotten to readjust the focus on my scope. As I did, the deer saw me move and began to trot away from me and into the protection of the forest. I managed to get my scope in focus in time to see that there was a buck and a doe. My chance had finally come. I was going to get my first Vermont buck. I immediately stood up from my stand and jogged over to where they had entered the woods. Once in the woods, I evaluated the surroundings and had a good