Once When Through A Forest Glade He Walked Poem by Colin Breck Boardman

Once when through a forest glade he walked,
A hunter felt a presence standing by,
And to the middle distance slowly stalked
To find a young sweet hind feeding on an open lie.
Armed with just his teeth and eyes, narrowing and pointed,
He watched her in the golden evening sun,
Which with its light her radiant form anointed
As she returned his stare and did not run.
Together they both swayed in rhyming mime
As if held upon the mirror of each other's eyes,
Neither daring all, yet trusting to the time
When both might find salvation within another guise;
But as the tiger puzzled wrong from right,
The spell was broken and she fled from sight.