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.