‘…by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh’ —W.B. Yeats
The deer come down to the water
in ones and twos, stepping so lightly
they hardly bend the grass.
In the dappling light
their coats are leaf shadowed,
sun flecked. They look around,
muscle shuddering under skin,
as if they could suddenly
dart away, a sideways
scrabble step flurry,
power in fear.
They are always poised to clear off, aren’t they? The short line length suits the subject perfectly.
Always prey and muscle shuddering! The feel of one and the visual of the other; excellent, Sarah!
Thanks, Jilly x
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I really like this, Sarah. It captures the movement of deer perfectly.