photo not mine. just a piece of descriptive writing. i had to describe the image for English homework and decided to share it with you guys! Enjoy! story in notes \/
The Stags approached quietly, I hardly noticed them until they were right in front of me. They stood together on the frost-bitten grass, the honey yellow light filtering through the amber crested trees around them. The Autumnal climate sent shivers through my spine, and I found myself wishing I had a thick, russet-brown pelt like theirs. The gentle rustling of the undergrowth and pleasant birdcall cast a soporific feeling over the clearing. The clash gathered together, grazing peacefully on the crisp turf, I sat frozen, hesitant to move in case I disturbed the dignified creatures. Their breath billowed around them like spirits or ghosts, a white mist dissipating through the air. I felt as if I was in the presence of a royal; the morning light casting a regal aura around them. A squirrel agitated the branch of a tree above us. One of the bucks looked up, and I fought to hold back a gasp of awe at his finesse. His antlers formed a crown around his head; a ceremonious coronet. The light crawled between the branches, and circled the trunk, making its way to the ground, where it cast elongated shadows behind the Deer. The leading Stag lifted his hoof and dragged it along the ground, causing the frost to crackle and spit, as a fire would. I guessed he was removing the layer of frost, so that he could reach the succulent grass beneath. The Beech, Oak and Elms towered skywards. Tawny, yellow and auburn leaves rained down like precipitation in a Tropical Rainforest. Dead autumn foliage scattered the ground, like a tortoiseshell cat’s fur, a thin blanket of silver layered delicately over each and every one. The almost-naked branches that swayed in the breeze overhead mirrored the stags’ antlers perfectly, a giant replica of the kings. As I compared the two, I realised that they did indeed replicate the stags, as, like the trees’ leaves were falling, the bucks’ horns were shedding. The Deer had short fluffy tails, like that of a bunny, but ears more like a cat or dog, their antlers can’t be compared to anything else, and they have beautiful fur scarves wrapped around their necks. Unable to wait any longer and reluctant to miss the opportunity, I grabbed my camera and snap, I had the beautiful scene, caught frozen in the moment. In a flash, the stags had bolted, graceful despite panic, fleeing from the sound. In a breath, they were gone; the quiet whispering of the disturbed vegetation, the only sign of them having been there.
