White Deer

Half-light as we leave the park.
Suddenly out from trees a herd of deer.
You brake, they chase away,
taking a fallen log
like water leaps a rock.

One of them, pale as a white rose
in a shadowed hedge,
gleams like a dim moon
locked behind cloud,
faint, fainter, gone.

We turn to ask each other
"Did you see that?"


Gill McEvoy