A symbol of serenity,
camouflaged by the bush.
Graceful stride,
slow peaceful beauty.
Cautious eyes ever watchful.
Perceptive instincts
detects peril on a breeze.
A leap which seems to
starts from nowhere,
she runs like the wind,
with agility and litheness.
A perfect description Joyce. Thanks for sharing it. Gorgeous works. 10 for homers best mate! Tai
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Amazing, the hauntingly beautiful poem of grace, Love Duncan