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Kathleen Jamie
Walking in a waking dream
I watched nineteen deer
then each in turn leap,
leap the new-raised
peat-dark burn. This
was the distaff side;
hinds at their ease, alive
to lands held on long lease
in their animal minds,
and filing through a breach
in a never-mended dyke,
heather-slopes to scree
where they stopped, and turned to stare,
the foremost with a queenly air
as though to say: 'Aren't we
the bonniest companie?
Come to me,
You'll be happy, but never go home.'
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