The Chase and the Crag

There he was, wandering through and about
wonder-filled woods, treading alongside all
tracks and traces of his whispery catch,
walking slow—eyes wide and breath held quiet—
and, in an instant, locked stares with the Stag
in the distance, giving chase and arrows
t’ward the Prize until It did clamber up
a rock face and bade the prince a great dare—
to climb the cragged wall and meet It there.

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