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