Dear Deer

 When I see my herd,

I don't always see me.

Not all of them are quite

what I like to be.

Three of us hobble

on legs that are strange.

Many are struck with

a horrible mange.

Some are so thin

they seem sick and shabby,

while two have skin

that is loose and flabby.

One old timer is

missing an eye,

as well as an ear -

and that's no lie.

It's tough to view

so much homeliness.

I find it the cause

of much distress.

As for me, I'm the

spitting image of another.

I happen to have

an identical twin brother.

Seeing him,

it's like looking in a mirror.

Damn, I am

an extremely handsome deer!