On adjacent hilltops two deer stand firm.
Doe eyes and buck eyes, a valley's distance
separating two unknowing parents.
Two animals who together knew how
life and life dialogue, create anew,
craft light smaller and bigger than themselves.
And hair, hooves quiver inside, delighted
within the common effort of parents.
Beautiful kicking, soft on stomach's side,
reminds me that I sustain joyous life,
joyous because this life is able to
accept love from two who love each other,
from two who knew pieces of themselves could
dwell in womb mystery, in holy cave.
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