The stag

Coming out of the car,

I find myself face to face with nature’s pride,

The stag

We freeze and then it flees,

I’m twelve years old again,

With the deer in the woods,

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Seeing a being of pure light refracted back at me

Later, deep in the night,

I rest my weary head in the bath, where

a orange ladybug lands on my arm,

Nestling and finding solace in my warmth,

I let her rest for as long as she needs,

Then I guide herself outside,

Watching her fly to another home.