Tanka thread: deer


across a gravestone

she lifted her startled head

in fear she began

to run, i pleaded with her

but she was already gone


through the undergrowth,

her twitching nose disappeared

her body followed

my eyes followed her movement

as she disappeared from sight


a rare sight indeed

to see such living beauty

surrounded by death

i stand on wet morning grass

my soul stilled by peacefulness


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