I shall miss him.
I have to leave his place of belonging and
hope that he returns when I do.
His magnificent aura; his piercing gaze; his arrogance;
I admire every inch of this magnificent creature
and when he turns his head and gives
a slight shake of symmetrical antlers
I feel a shudder of privilege and oneness.
I know that he sees me.
I think I left a reply in the wrong place. So a STAG how brilliant lucky you.
ReplyDeletecuby poet: Yes, I'm very lucky. I often see stags (and hinds) when I'm going to and from work. They are beautiful creatures. I never take sightings for granted.
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