The Stag Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The Stag.

He came at night,
and while the cold air harshly crossed his path,
he looked for foilage or for the last remains of autumns harvest.

He wandered through the forest,
leaving a trail behind him,
Oblivious to his surrounds.
the night was his domain and he was King.

And as the stars shone like diamonds in the sky,
And the blue moon leered,
he heard a snap of a twig
and hurriedly looked around.
And there she stood, his Queen in all her glory.

They continued their journey together,
till mornings light.
Their adventure had just begun
and to see them was a wonderful sight ❤.


Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .