Saturday, November 26, 2011

Scent

Young buck; little antlers
Stepped deliberately,
Picking his way in slow motion
Through the wood,
Finding his way to the man-path\
Stopped,
Lifted his nose in the air,
Like picking an apple,
Sniffed, and finding the smell
of man,
Hurried on.

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