Conversations with God

Hello God, it’s me, Mara:

The deer stopped in, they nosed about, we’d not seen deer for weeks! They check the trees because they know, Crabs aren’t on Mountain Peaks. They spied water in near birdbath, they all needed a drink. Twelve deer drank fast, bumping their heads, ‘bath’ emptied in a ‘wink’!

They were thirsty; they ‘slurped’ it all - then checked out Mountain Ash. Fallen berries they gobbled up, then to the Crabs they dash. Wind blew Crabs down; deer gobbled them - then leaped to snag more Crabs. The tallest deer saw leaping deer, he turned, mouthful he grabs. It wasn’t long, berries -...