Only on wednesdays, at 8 o’clock in the evening, I see it.
Through my bedroom window, I see it flashing by, darting in and out of the bushes, with no reason why.
It has large horny antlers, and dark scruffy fur, pointy ears, and a soft purr.
Every time I see it, I say to myself, “Weird.”
For it is such a strange thing, like none you’ve ever seen, sometimes I wonder about were it has been.
Only now, when it is daylight savings, am I able to truly see it, every square inch of it.
It has purple spots, and eyes the size of plates, and one night I said to myself, “ I will call you Nate!”
Now he is mine, and lives my yard, and I forgot to tell you, his hooves are very hard.