A stag stands proud
Below the hotel byre
Ten point regalia
Attitude to match
Challenges me
To the rut
Head cocked
For the dual
Knee bent
For the charge
Watching me now
Eye to eye
Do I look like a Stag
With my knitted bonnet?
No wonder I'm troubled
With my feelings
Towards you. Stag,
It's our hormones!
(2012, Arisaig)
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