Deer

Instinctive grace through meadow, stream, and orchard.

Deer — a poem by Pemba Umoja

Prancing deer,

you know not,

and yet you choose direction

with such exactness.

You tear with grace

through fields of butterfly lilies,

cross streams of jumping trout,

pass orchards pungent with

ripened fruit.

Yet, you know not.

A poem by Pemba Umoja