[Eadha Deora]

The Doe

by Eadha Deora

Look out the window:
across the meadow
deep in cool shadow--
do you see her there?
of us unaware
without our despair.
She grazes that little patch of grass
as if it will be her last meal.
How many times have I trod that pass?
and there now she nibbles and kneels.
Her brown eyes so open:
innocence-token
Her slender, lithe limbs:
the wind's holy hymn
Her soft body strong:
right here she belongs.
This moment is sacred and tender,
beacon of Nature's serenity.
Let this deep Peace be your defender,
stability in eternity. ---
Ear-aching thunder!
Peace splits asunder!
And we are left to wonder
and sadly shudder
at Beauty blundered.
Close up the shutters.

[Eadha Deora]

ok ok . . so she got shot. Sigh. .. not that I don't enjoy a nice piece of deer jerkey (mmm, mouth waters) . . . but still, sometimes I wish we didn't have to spoil such beauty.

[BookWhale***]

Ya, Eadha, thanks for bringing down the one of the sparce happy things in life! lol.... Your poem was beautiful - but Iguess the meaning is true - beauty is always brought down some how - *sighs*