The Deer

A deer is in the graveyard
Watching over the forgotten souls
Wandering peacefully amid the headstones
Grazing, resting, with no goals.

As I wander within the graveyard
My eyes dart to the deer
I cannot keep myself from wondering
Just why that deer is staying here.

Is the deer the keeper of the lost?
Is he the watcher of the time?
Why does he stand among the tombs?
He bids their passing a gentle goodbye.

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