In amongst the forest trees
Hidden well so no one sees,
The doe and young slowly feed
Grazing on shoots as they need.

Antlers raise, he looks around
Alert now to every sound
Doe and young scatter wide
Deep within the forest hide.

Face to face I see him,
Now is it, just a whim?
But as he looks he smiles at me
Turns and walks away quite free.

Was it just a forest stag?
But within my mind there is a nag
That this was no ordinary deer
But 'twas Herne himself m'dear.

Hern or stag whichever be,
A mighty beast looked at me,
For just a while our eyes did meet
Our souls touched our hearts beat.

At one with nature in forest glade
Thankful for the cooling shade
Equal parts of a Creative whole
Different, yet of a similar soul.