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On coming across a field of deer one afternoon (2) (Free verse) by <~> Snap! Attune and pivot:
A lithe and muscled escape,
A whirling melee of grace,
Spryly sprung over tumbled bramble.
Crash! The tide ebbs, in haste, uphill:
Ten tailed in tiny white flames
Of ermined retreat.
Run! To dun on dun:
Gone.
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