Red Deer Poem by Matt Mooney

Red Deer

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Red deer at dawn that come our way,
Quick and sleek and nimble, nibbling;
Drifting fog is weaving morning magic
Beyond the ruined castle by the lake.

Sensing there is someone somewhere,
On red alert their heads are raised;
Silently they fade away like daybreak,
Disappearing through the lakeside reeds.

Sunday, July 12, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: fog,magic,red
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Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

South Galway, Ireland.
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