Venado

In the heart of the forest, where the trees stand tall,

The venado moves with grace, heeding nature's call.

Through dappled sunlight and shadows, it softly treads,

Its form a sight to behold, where the wildness spreads.

With eyes like orbs, reflecting the moon's soft glow,

It wanders through the woodlands, a tranquil flow.

A creature of elegance, with antlers reaching high,

In the stillness of the night, beneath the starry sky.

Amongst nature's symphony, it finds its place,

The venado moves with poise, embodying grace.

In the depths of the woods, it roams free,

A symbol of beauty and tranquility.