Hindsight

I was out meandering one day
To see
If i could espy a Hart
So as to take a photo of it
To try and capture his magical essence
I searched
High, and low
Without success
Until finally
I decided to return home
And to my huge surprise
There was a Hart
Stood within my living room
I don't know why
But i asked it a question
"What on earth are you doing here?"
And to my astonishment, the Hart replied
"Home is where the Hart is!"
I left my house much dicombobulated
As i imagined
Within my minds eye
That if an animal ever spoke to me
That it would be something of profound interest
Not a joke
Perhaps i lacked Hindsight?

by Jemia