Not
wanting
to seem impolite,
when the deer ran off she
raised her beautiful
white tail and
waved
Hafiz
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the moon
cloaked by comforting clouds
sleeps gently
gently crystalline
kisses
drift from heaven
then cling
like eager lovers to the
waiting branches
resting there like those beloved
in a lovers embrace
lightly
the deer tip toe
through the gathering white
then startled
dance into the night
as they wave “goodbye”
horses peer
with frost laden whiskers
across the fence
greeting me with eager expectation
and the local skunk
offers her gift
of vague perfume
as she shyly hides among the trees
whatever did I do
to deserve
such a gift
as this?
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