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Wings on air 

in the misty morning 

a tiny 

fluttering

reaches my ears

Eyes fixed

on a cloudy sky

The sun plays with me,

in and out of the trees

A soft rustle 

I turn over

my shoulder

A piece of

the forest,

small and fragile

The fawn blinks,

takes a step,

another,

tilts her head

and smiles.

I swear she smiles.

She flicks one ear

at me

in greeting,

in farewell,

in a simple infinity,

turns her head

and bounds away.

Wild,

it leaves me breathless

a touch of infinity

can't look back