deer
deer

"The deer tracks are deep narrow holes thrust into the snow. I follow the tracks with my eyes. The deer stopped for something here. I stare closely at the frosty loam. Scattered eggshells, newly broke, the yolk still drying in the cold. The deer hunt eggs. I glance up at them ahead. Deer they are. The hart of heaven and his dame. A shiver runs from arm to arm. A lamb turns lion in the night."

 

-- from an (early draft) of the novel SINFUL FOLK 

 

(you won't find this in the final published book!) 

Source: http://sinfulfolk.com