Coming when kneeling down to admire a mushroom there’s a second’s hesitation before I fully understand what I’ve heard. But on repeat there’s no mistaking the deep vibrations of the stag’s bellow in the woods. He was a little further down and through the dense growth an antler could be seen;
and in front of him the rear view of a hind racing away. Strolling through the woods I hoped to see them further on.
But, not for the first time, was thwarted from getting closer by the barbed wire.
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