Bounding Away

Five deer, one bounding away before I could even come to a stop. The sun tried bounding away as well, but not fast enough. One final leap took it over beyond the hills, but I could be thankful to not have anything else obscuring the view of its flight from the long day.

"Dirty old river

Must you keep rolling

Flowing into the night?

People so busy

Make me feel dizzy

Taxi light shines so bright

But I don't need no friends

As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset

I am in paradise..."

(Davies)