(D)are to (O)ver (E)xcite

Deer Ladies,

I give you a poem written by a faithful reader and supporter of this blog. Written from the very depths of his heart and soul. He sacrificed time and effort to create an ode that gave a visual of the struggles and heart aches of a hunter who sought a doe, yet lost her...

Your fellow leaf rustler,
The Pancake Woman

(D)are to (O)ver (E)xcite.

D.O.E.

by Broken Hunter

I walked through the woods

where the dripping trees sang

softly to my weary heart

and matched the ebbing away of my greatest desire.

Speckled coat, blending into beauty

moved swiftly through the trees of green.

and into the darkness of the unknown

where my greatest quarry now became.

Running along with the ground grasping me

gravity called to my weary man.

yet onward I push with a new desire

to catch up with my angel, this demon I seek.

Quickly she dodges, and smoothly she moves

over and under obstacles take me down.

tears and sweat fill my vision solely fixed,

upon her dew rests and glistens in the half light.

The tears mix with blood as the brush cuts my face

and the rain washes away the semblance of strength

my determination waxes and wanes

as the sight of her I seek fades into nothing.

My burden gets the better of me as I sink into

the unforgiving ground breaks me into

pieces of love lost in the evenflow of weakness

while the mist devours my fleeting sprightly doe.

I lift myself up from the mud and leaves

fallen from the hopeful spring of the year

and brush the dead brush from my coattails and eyes

and glance once more into the depth of the unknown.

She has escaped and faded like the mist in the trees

running over dead and barren branches

dissipating with the new dark of the morning

and leaving desires and hearts to mend.

I stand silhouetted by the bleakness of the morning

a mere shell of the man I started out as.

The strength that rushed has ebbed to a trickle

and my will has left me for another.

The thrill is gone and I feel alone

in this wood of strange shadows and empty

faces flash in my mind and call me on

back to the place from where I started.

I will myself to move and rise, my gait lacks all the pride

My stomach turns inside my head and my steps fade into dreams.

The shadows all have names unknown, they laugh...

I walk this road alone.

Step.

By, step.

And each, step.

I take will, step.

And brings me closer, step.

To the edge of my, step.

Sanity comes on fast and, step.

The mist clears from my vision, step.

And the valley green becomes visible, step.

and stop.

. .. ... .... .....

I see the morning breaking over the hills

and in the break of black I see light.

the hope subsided sides again

and my faint strength faintly returns.

This hunt that was my life breathed in.

fades quicker than the dusk.

and hope like morning fades to strength

and my mind clears with the light.

The mournful sound of the woods to my back

and the glorious light, lights my face.

My heart thaws out from the cold dark night

as it faces this bright and brighter day.

Lesson Number Eight: Desperate Doe and Dodo Doe

Dear ladies,

Today, one thing I am going to talk about is the Desperate Doe. Desperate implying...well, desperate! For instance, what does a deer do when the wrong hunter corners it?

Now you must take it case by case. Some hunters will back off immediatly when you give them the Hoof of Warning. But others will be persistent on their find - no matter how happy or unhappy the "find" may be. Sometimes this is the hunters fault. But sometimes...this is the doe's fault.

If you have been alluring this hunter just for attention, well then, you deserve the awkwardness of the moment when he states his feelings. Cause you were begging for it with all the wrong motives. Very selfish my girl. Very selfish.

But maybe you unintentionally allured a hunter. Genuinely unintentionally. This makes the moment even more awkward and very unpredictable. An honorable hunter will back off immediatly. But, like I said, there are hunters that will stand their ground. What does a doe do?

Run.

Don't frolick, don't rustle, but run. Part of running involves fellowshipping with your fellow does and getting input on how to shake off the hunter in a kind manner. And if he lets up on the chase, don't pursue a "friendship" with him again without his initiation. Let the poor fellow be. And let him initiate a friendship again. Time is the best medicine in these situations. You've done all that you can do.

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Q. Pancake Woman,

Have you ever tried peanut butter on your pancakes? What about pickles? I fear I have made a complete fool of myself wrestling the leaves. Whenever the hunter is near, I just say and do the most stupid things. What if he is not even hunting....I am a dork. HELP!

Dodo Doe

A. Dear Dodo Doe,

Thank you for your comment! I have indeed tried peanut butter on my pancakes and I'll eat it every so often. But I am sorry to say that I have never tried pickles. Sounds...intriguing!

Well, deer, I am afraid that you WILL make a complete fool out of yourself if you "wrestle" the leaves. But I shall take that as a type-o and assume you meant to say "rustle" the leaves. Although wrestling them might be a form of rustling them...hmm. Not sure about that one.

Anyways, don't be so hard on yourself. Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Firstly, every doe has her stupid moments. And sometimes, depending on the breed of doe, it can actually be attractive. But not usually, so scratch that. You just be yourself. Even when you feel like you look stupid, continue to step steadily. A hunter likes that in a doe. A doe okay with laughing at herself. A secure doe. A confident doe. A steady doe. Stop trying to show off! If he ever goes for you, he'll discover your true colors anyways. So sooner rather than later is what I always say. Show him who you really are.

And if you're not sure he's hunting or not, just crack a twig or two to see what happens. And if nothing does...have patience. He may start hunting soon. And, if I have heard correctly, hunters have their favorite hunting spots. ::waggles eyebrows::

Plus, there is no such thing as a dorky doe. What a crazy notion. Like I said, don't be so hard on yourself. Go eat some ice cream. Take a bubble bath. Indulge yourself deerie.

Cordially,

The Pancake Woman