The Buck I Encountered on Paul’s Birthday

Around the bend
and
beyond the old wooden fence
he stood
majestic
strong
bold-
and
he stared
right through my being…

His gaze stole my breath.
His confidence firm
so firm it instilled in me
stillness
absolute and petrifying…

Yet there was no fear
no shame in being seen
there was only
joy
and
gratitude
for what had been…

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