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On coming across a field of deer one afternoon (Free verse) by <~>

Snap! Attune and pivot, Eloquence bespeaking muscled escape, A whirling melee of grace, spryly Sprung over tumbled bramble, Leave me humbled, witness to their Flick! Like a tide washing itself uphill Ten times the white, condensed and Tailed in tiny white flames, In ermined retreat, Gone! They crashed when I startled, sighting them. Dun on dun in the decaying golden last glance Of a January, past.

Caducus 27-Feb-03/2:07 AM
robert k frost connotations too




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