That Sunday afternoon,
Out on the verdant lawn
On the verge of the wood
An alien stood:
Well it could have been!
I came back to earth
And looked again.
It was a Sika stag-
Head on;
Straight-up antlers-
Antenna like.
No more doubt;
Strangers staring: daring.
Still no move.
Head down, grazing:
This noble animal icon
An honour to behold-
Past glories of centuries
Only a look away.
Out of bounds here,
Far from the herd
And mountain forests:
Making me a part of time,
Sharing his wild life
Until the sounds of children
Made him swing about,
His tail a flash of white.
Back to the wood he fled
As if he never was-
My strong brown Sika deer.
Now I often look and think
That he might reappear.
Lets hope aliens don't come to earth it will not be nice good write
Wonderful Matt! An alien stood in wood The gifts nature gives would take them back?
That he might reapper....... wow so beautiful........... Wonderfully written
isn't it amazing that something so natural can be so other-wordly and magical....!
this write is very wll put, it carries you on the journey to see what you see. a double ten
Hello Matt..a super write..the joy that animals bring especially those magnificent deer! ! ! 10 regards Alf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem! Like the alien take on the moment of magic, shows how simple things in nature can be so breathtaking!