The Deer Poem by Joyce Horovitz
The Deer
How majestically he stood
At the edge of the wood,
Then with tentative stop, he came
As if someone called his name,
Down the hillside, then a pause;
I do not know what the cause
But with a frantic glance around
Hoof beats pounded at the ground
And with a graceful leap in space,
The white tailed buck left in his place
Only tracks of where he'd been
Wonder if I'll see him again?
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