Two water deer, friends of life,
one winter left their hill to see the world
you know, the wicked side of it.
One, the very clear-headed and rightfully
quick-tempered, he
discovered great, tasty, evil things and
never dreamed again of returning.
But the other, the perpetually confused
and, to be honest, the one I’d like to really see
and speak of unchanging things with,
he never found what he was looking for
because he had all he could be looking for
only back on his hill to whose ancient loving
the key seemed forever lost.
