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The Pier

She came forth; her eyes etched with the thought of fresh food.  I loved the texture of her nose as it nuzzled and nuzzled.  "Another?" I asked, and so I reached again.

Antlers pushed against my ribs and thanking me she ate her final morsel.

We parted and with a quick glance, she made her way north, as I walked south towards the pier.

By Belinda Johnston - All poems and prose are copyright of the original author.

 

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Andy N

Mon 25th Aug 2008 20:47

Short but certainly not sweet! It made me think several times that certainly, but I think it is excellent!

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