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.