Daily Haiku, Cycle 13, Week 3, Haiku 2:
Of all the critters that found their way into my parents’ orchard, none were as damaging to it as the deer. A 6-ft fence was nothing to them. And besides eating the fruit, they ate the tender young shoots, and sometimes stripped bark from the trees. For every prevention measure Dad implemented, the deer found a way around it. It was a constant battle of wits. Yet as a nature lover, I couldn’t help but be in awe of the roving herd of deer that inhabited the local area, especially when I happened upon one or more of them unexpectedly, and they froze stock still and stared at me with their large eyes, until eventually they gracefully loped back over the fence and into the woods, to return another time.
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