It's a very great privilege to encounter wild creatures in their natural habitat, free from human interference. I've often watched deer in Ireland and more recently in Britain and France but, alas, we have no deer in Guernsey.
DEER
Stillness makes invisible
young deer
by the forest’s edge.
First, there is landscape only
till one slim head
dips towards green.
Three shapes then,
golden, long limbed, lissome,
impossibly fair.
In sunlight, they stand:
two adults,
one fawn, fragile as a kitten.
A doe grazes,
the other stands, immobile,
soft eyes watchful.
One movement,
a turned shoulder, raised hand,
would be enough
to send them leaping
for the forest’s
green sanctuary,
to vanish:
a dreamt poem
lost on wakening.
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