through the glades
staring back
she cranes her neck
and meets my stare
she is graceful, peacefully
we lay what we have to bare
though little burdens this doe
for what can she share
when life is death
and her existence
are the small moments
of tranquility
in these qauint clearings
to rest
from the endless hunt
and calm from the leering
she was of a notion;
laissez-faire