It was no deer at all

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It was just the shape of a deer

It was an effigy a hoax

It was a mermaid's horse

It was only sleeping

It would rise with the next tide

It would race across the dunes

Back where it belonged

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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