Poem: "The Deer"

I looked up and saw a shadow falling,

a soft cascade across a sloping moonlit hill,

and heard a sound of thunder so steady,

and soft,

that I stopped my wandering just to listen

--still.

And there it was, the soft cascade yet growing,

the trampled cornstalks now razed all the more,

and its absence after all my breath had gone so hushed

and low

left dusk in such a tremble as I'd never felt before.

The thunder and the creatures there that,

sailing, graced my sight,

was a rumbling of stages, gentle

and proud;

and there I stood, so wholly captivated by their flight-

by the emblem of their egress, bright and loud.

And after that, just silence.

Hark--

stillness,

all around.

Silence is a thunderous sound.

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