Upon the midnight clear, I heard the steps of 12 deer galloping.
Some had spots. Some bushy tails. They were drawn to the clear midnight.
They stared intently for they had already discovered why the humans were drawn.
Location, location, fields of hay. The brilliant Texas sun would clear the night.
For they knew to make hay while the sun shined.
They knew not to wait for the gate of low-interest rates and good prices would soon be over.
And then the deer was spotted eating clover.