❦🧘🏽 Beside the Waterfall At dawn the big dog-- Winston by name-- reached down into the leaves--tulips and willows mostly-- beside the white waterfall, and dragged out, into plain sight, a fawn; it was scarcely larger than a rabbit and, thankfully, it was dead. Winston looked over the delicate, spotted body and then deftly tackled the beautiful flower-like head, breaking it and breaking it off and swallowing it. All the while this was happening it was growing lighter. When I called to him Winston merely looked up. Grizzled around the chin and with kind eyes, he, too, if you're willing had a face like a flower; and then the red sun which had been raising all the while anyway, broke clear of the trees and dropped its wild, clawed light over everything. Mary Oliver (1935 ~ 2019) New and selected poems Volume 2 📖

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