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  • A photograph of a deer I met near Stroud, several years ago. Here is the poem which came from my encounter.

    The grasses lush,
    never rush.
    My legs push through thighhigh rainforests,
    it is summer.

    Summer sunlight caught within bays of branches and leaves.
    There glimpsed sister deer:
    russet windlike creature.

    For a world slowing down second man and animal;
    Look,
    Observe,
    Meet.

    Her slim, slanting face;
    dog nosed,
    hare eared,
    with eyes of nutbrown light.

    She is so near though faraway.

    I watched on as,
    zephyrous and,
    tangled within the trees,
    she slipped from day to dusk.

    I cry for her to stay.
    But no sound.

    as through grasses lush the moment is all hush.
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