Pressed against a slender sunrise,
he stood majestically,
waiting for me to pass by.
Out of awe and respect,
I gave him the right of way.
The buck acknowledged
the serenity of the day,
slowly began his morning journey
across the road
and through the meadow.
A moment of silence as he stood,
nodded farewell,
then trod off into the green wood.
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