11 April – Fearless

The bold young stag
stares right back,
still too young to have learned how to fear.
Meeting us in the wood,
he expects only good,
stays unflustered at having us so near.
He seems undeterred
despite expulsion from the herd,
and wears his half-formed antlers with pride.
It is to my great gain
he so causally remains,
unconcerned with finding somewhere to hide.
His whole life ahead,
he feels no dread,
calmly stands his moss-covered ground.
And I don’t rush away
from a wild deer in the day,
I know too well the rare wonder I have found.