Kindred Spirits

One hundred horses' hooves have made a path, a road,
Almost, between the bushes and the evergreens. I walk it,
Looking out for deer. Instead, I see a buffalo, alone, inside
A small enclosure. Briefly glancing up at me, it munches
On a weed it's found. I, likewise, turn my gaze from it
Toward the winding horsey road, and do so, as it munches,
Quite alone.





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Written on 2025-08-12 at 15:35

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this very much. It reminds me of a time I was walking a well trodden path through the trees and similarly came across a deer in a clearing. It was all alone munching something in the vegetation. I have never been sure it saw me or not, but I carried on and so did the deer with its meal. Both of us alone. What happened afterwards was spooky. Blessings, Allen
2025-08-13