The sun sank below the ridge to the west,
and the clouds overtook the red sky.
The birds no longer twittered and frolicked,
And the deer stiffened in the bushes.

Thoughts of the day's warm sun were forgotten,
the wind quickly blew off the summer,
the robin in her small nest covered her young,
And the deer lay still in the bushes.

Maple and alder leaves blown by the wind
flew up and down. to and fro, then to rest
on the den of the vixen and her kits,
And the deer saw all in the bushes.

Alders which poked at the clouds in the sky
creaked and groaned, thrown around by the wind;
no creature made a tall alder a home,
And the deer listened in the bushes.

The swift wind was was then joined by light rain,
and the tapping was all they could hear,
the squirrels that were cringing in their holes,
And the deer list'ning in the bushes.

The wind grew stronger and the rain fell hard;
huge, tall, soaked alders, snapped like some twigs
crash to the wet rich mulch which lies below,
And the deer trembling in the bushes.

Three mighty maples lose their grasp and fall;
the earth is torn and undersides shown;
the masked fisherman loses his warm den,
And the deer afraid in the bushes.

Through the dark night the wind and rain grew weak,
and the full moon took over the sky;
the clouds disappeared and the stars returned,
And the deer remained in the bushes.

The birds rested then and the robin slept,
the fox was quiet, the squirrels were still,
the homeless raccoon found a new abode,
And the deer relaxed in the bushes