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I heard him at first, though barely a sound, But I saw him, I saw me, on sinister ground. *I am the caution and stillness and sniffing the air, I am the fearing the danger that’s not even there, I am the ‘watch where you tread’ and the silence and hush, The always on lookout, the hardest to touch. I am the quickness and briskness and swiftness and speed, I am the flash of a tail and a warning to heed, I am the bounding and leaping and steam in the woods, The danger apparent, the fear understood.* And I felt myself crying, for as soft as the breeze, My beautiful deer melted into the trees.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
The Stag
I heard him at first, though barely a sound, But I saw him, I saw me, on sinister ground. *I am the caution and stillness and sniffing the air, I am the fearing the danger that’s not even there, I am the ‘watch where you tread’ and the silence and hush, The always on lookout, the hardest to touch. I am the quickness and briskness and swiftness and speed, I am the flash of a tail and a warning to heed, I am the bounding and leaping and steam in the woods, The danger apparent, the fear understood.* And I felt myself crying, for as soft as the breeze, My beautiful deer melted into the trees.
Part of the series 'The Animal In Me'.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
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