Sunlight shone against leaves and pavement. As if staying hidden wasn't difficult enough at the best of times, he thought, bitterness amplified in his mind. It wasn't that a park was a bad place to be, per se. It certainly didn't help that people tended to gather there, though.
It's almost like that's the entire purpose of a park, his thoughts condescended to him.
He slowly stood from his hiding place, the slightly-less-visible space beneath the concrete bench. His knees ached from crouching, and he was bound to be seen soon if he didn't step up his game. He ignored the gentle rumbling of his stomach. There would be time for food later. Hopefully.
He peered around with caution, his white curls bouncing as his head moved. No one in sight, not yet. With a deep inhale, he sprang out of the relative safety of his hiding place to make for the thicker trees.
Maybe your antlers will blend in with the branches, he thought. His thoughts certainly weren't going to play nice today.