‘you can never go home again’

i am really hurtin, really, jane, its not what you think,
i’m just in a funk. i’ll be fine in a moment

i did a series a year ago on deer,
all but one had died

equating it to the phrase, ‘you can never go home again’

this one got away

standing 50 yards away from the road, watching,
trying to work a cane in the barbed wire to free the stag

it took an hour, the helpless behemoth snorted,
pleaded, while blood ran down his ensnared limb

once freed, the animal turned to face me,
adopting a charging pose,
utt oh, standing there defenseless,
then the stag bounded, in one leap,
over the 2 meter fence,
that had just moments ago,
threaten his entire existence

on the other side, running,
the beautiful beast turn to look back,
only for a few fleeting breaths,
then faded into the forest