Deer Poem by Robin Fulton

Deer



If God had stood there, high-antlered,
eyes jewelled for a second, fearful of
my car´s predatory noise yet giving
cold appraisal from the edge of the flowing road -
(there were white lines to follow, nothing clear
except my own lights exploding forward,
all meaning narrowed between verges) -
if God, would the beast in Him have fled?

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Robin Fulton

Robin Fulton

Isle of Arran, United Kingdom
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