Chasing a white hart, running out of breath
A predator spirit stirs, as a function of my flesh
Not to kill this perfect beast, but to test my self
At the sound of my approach, the swift hart fled
But I smiled, overwhelmed by joy instead
For I'd seen what others would not
Watched a creature moving beyond fast
Thereafter I was able to follow where led
Into a field of flowers, debris and weeds
All lit by the morning's dawn
The white hart paused, looking
Knowing he won this contest
I took the lesson into the beyond
And never wandered there again
Keeping the moment in dreams
Keeping the hart's victory within me
