Red Stag At Bay Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Standing forlorn, alone hidden in a thicket
Battled, bloody, weary, defeated for harem
By younger stag, new monarch of the Glen.
He waits for wounds to heal to fight again
Reclaiming his dominance and crown
Bringing the young pretender down
Chasing him from the herd into solitary exile.
Away in the distance hunting wolves howl
Stag lifts his head, eyes wide with fear
Knowing they have found his scent
Smelt the blood and are coming for the kill.
Stepping forward to meet them, antlers lowered
He prepares to fight his last battle.