DEER
"SHY in their herding dwell the fallow deer. They are sprits of wild sense. Nobody near comes upon their pastures. There are a life they have, there are a life they live. Of sufficient beauty, phantom, fugitive, treading as in jungles free Leopards do Printless as evelight, instant as dew. The great kine are patient and home-coming sheep, know our bidding. The fallow deer keep delicate and far their counsels wild, never to be folded reconciled. To the spoiling hand as the poor flocks are: Lightfoot, and swift, and unfamiliar these you may not hinder, unconfined beautiful flocks of the mind." - John Drinkwater