The Watcher

The startled Musk- deer and his startled doe
Stand still , then skip across the little stream
That golden flows in Autumn sunset’s glow
A rustle , then all silent as a dream

The Watcher startled by the breaking bough
Regrets his fault , waits still in deepening dusk
Watches the fading glow as shadows grow
And skip through woods faintly scented with musk

( Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia )

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