The Roe Poem by Katinka Havermans
The Roe
There she stands, in the meadow
Firm and strong but all alone
Her ears pointed, listening
I try not to make a sound though
Not a noise, but from a single crow
I hold my breath, watching her
She is so pretty standing there
Watching me too, I know
It's so quiet, you can hear the grass grow
But she must hear something
One more time she looks at me
And then she runs, that beautiful roe
© KH
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