Deer came running from beyond
Far off  cousin’s home compound,
As in a  distant poem of time ago
Steeped in flute  under a blue sky.

The deer ran away from hunting,
The golden deer so  dear of   Sita.
A demon was after her in a  deer.
Everyone was after a deer’s gold.

There was  eagle doing sky circle
A circle of motion,swirl and swirl.
A  moment grows on us and deer
And eagle in its circles of motion.