On St Brigid’s day

a stag with tree-like antlers

came into my garden

my suburban garden

 

On the one hand, you say

It’s a deer that’s lost its way

Come in from the fields

 

On the other, I say

I’ve never seen a stag

in a garden

mine, or anyone’s

 

Is this not strange?

Nature’s way of speaking

love’s tongue.

 

Bridget Belgrave
2 Feb 2010