Lemonade from lemons

Three deer were gathered 

Just beyond my window — 

Bucks, without their horns, 

So I was waiting for a fight, 

But no: they were just grooming one another, 

So I thought — well, that’s a picture — 

But it’s been a long and salty winter 

And my windows were quite filthy: 

In full sunlight, the dirt was distracting 

For my camera lens, which only gathered shapes. 

Enter Photoshop: add some color, 

Add some raindrops and some circles, 

And now, though it’s not perfect, 

There’s the hope: that some might call it art!