Stag Gazer

Returning home at nearly 9 p.m.,
I stopped outside to find my entrance key.
A movement caught my eye – with no “ahem”
I spied an antlered stag observing me.
He paused his dinnertime activity.
We traded looks respecting sight and space.
Then I moved toward my residence, and he
unworried left, unhurried in his pace.


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