EVERY NIGHT
Every night it seems I see the same
five deer come peering out of the woods.
They stand in the open field, just looking.
It remains quiet; they make no noise. I
don't know how deer communicate,
or if, with each other, but they always
coordinate their movements fine. And
then, leaps and bounds, they're gone.
It's more like a dance, even, than a run.
(A run is not a ruin until I'm in it?).
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