Hinds

bashful, high-bred animals, these hinds.

braving snow and rough terrain alike,
sired with a grace interlaced with filigree strength and robust beauty

their eyes lock the here and now,
iced with the blindness that infinity unfolds

their nose pry for menace and green manna

nimble legs spirt towards the briar patch,
beyond the hill they fill the ranks of
lonely statues

their brothers, boulders and deadwood.

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