Dainty Hooves

by soberflight

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In the morning, ere the sun was up,

I stood within the darkness there

Breathing in the solitude

And dew that touched the pre-dawn air.

 

The slightest sound came to my ears

From not too very far away,

And I watched the white flag on the hill

As a deer got up from where it lay.

 

I hardly heard its dainty hooves

As it sought refuge in the trees.

It ran so lightly you wouldn’t know

If it was him or stirring breeze.

 

So swiftly it did disappear,

I watched the tail in bounding arc.

That was the only thing I saw

In the early morning dark.

 

I stood there almost mesmerized

Long after silence had returned;

Staring at the dark tree line,

My private dancer had adjourned.