With intent
the stag moves on
a calling pasture gleams his eye.
Velvet clings to his antler crown,
lordly ermine for stately beast,
threat and proclamation
in a single package.
Some way off the harem grazes,
doe-eyed ladies
safe beneath his sentry gaze;
keen for nature’s progeny
and a place in tomorrow.
1 comment:
Keith, I wrote a poem about the deer here on our hillside last week but didn't post it and I am so glad I didn't. Yours truly shines here and is beautifully worded.
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