Doppelganger Bucks
On one brilliant Autumn night,
Was when I spied two deer.
The White tailed bucks,
Not to know as I crept near.
Both were so captured,
Of the moon's vibrant light.
Reflected in the waters,
By the river, what a sight!
Doppelgangers, duplicates,
Both copied, were twins,
As if in some dream,
Where Dreamland begins.
Pausing by the river's edge,
Just to get a drink,
I had to rub my eyes,
Didn't know what to think.
Just as I tried to wake myself.
From this late night's dream,
I saw only one brown deer,
Was not as it all seemed.
One deer reflected then,
Adding up to just two.
My mind had played tricks,
This was something new.
It was still quite a mirage or vision.
My dreaming of the two...
Life is full of doppelgangers,
Just no matter what we do...
Just no matter what we do.
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