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Our Mystical Friend
Little deer with you at our side we are gentle not defined by our pride – You help us be true and kind to be sensitive not blind – You give us intuition to see clearly without the fog that muddles the weary – We have your innocence to see the world as a child with openness and wonder with a little mix of the wild – Our mystical friend the little deer with you beside us we…
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You are in there somewhere
Where you and your herd roam
Within the imposing deep dark forest
is your concealed and safe home
🌑
You are our neighbour we rarely see
Just knowing you are there
wild and free
Fills our heart with joy and glee
Our Mystical Friend
Little deer
with you at our side
we are gentle
not defined by our pride
🌑
You help us
be true and kind
to be sensitive
not blind
🌑
You give us intuition
to see clearly
without the fog that
muddles the weary
🌑
We have your innocence
to see the world as a child
with openness and wonder
with a little mix of the wild
🌑
Our mystical friend
the little deer
with you beside us
we have no fear
and how, great cage, you stand aside,
ripped naked as a prayer
with knees unsheathed
by these;
though you boast of rooted toe,
you are a cold
and vacant bridge
Observance
What can we say to her slipping between trees
so she will not turn and run?
Will we half turn our heads like half moons
and pretend to stare into infinity
or until the highway chokes to rendered line
and us, with eyes following like moons
until we rise, rise and float over the horizon
hoping for invisibility, insignificant as balloons
to float and look, look and float in secrecy
at dappled beauty with no need for highways
no need for lines except crisscrosses of sunshine
which are the shadows of whispering trees
even as we try to hide behind moonrise
and turn shyly into quiet observant lines
the dappled hoof, head, moon, eyes, turns, runs
warned by the trees—she knows we see.
