Three stags 🔗
Three crossing,
The first two fast,
The last one stops,
Eyes locked.
Gazing to the past.
Of beasts,
Prehistoric,
Wandering the land,
Not ours.
Shared uneasily.
A time
Forgotten,
A feeling
Lost,
A moment
Glimpsed.
The stag stares.
I shout
To the woods,
To safety,
Away,
Enclosed.
The stag stares.
A moment longer
Uncomprehending,
But perhaps
Feeling
The injustice,
The change,
The alien.
Into the woods
I follow
But soon
They are gone.