I always wondered
as the magnificent stag
wandered of, having
given up the forest to his son,
what he thought.
Rambling off, sensing the change
in all the scene before him
and wondering at the startled eyes
of the small figure
left behind.
Duties cast off, into the shadows;
and that small figure
outlined proudly on the hill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem