Stag at the Pool (The)

JOSIE'S POEMS

Longer Narrative Poems

By Josie Whitehead

A handsome stag, with antlers long,
Approached a nearby pool.
He sought, upon this sultry day,
Some water, fresh and cool.

This pool, within the shady wood,
Was just the perfect place
But, as he lowered his head, he saw
The reflection of his face.

He also saw his antlers too
And gazed at them with pride.
He then looked down and saw his legs
And felt quite horrified.

'They’re thin and weak,' he sadly cried -
'Not like my lovely horns!' -
And as he looked down at himself,
He sadly felt forlorn.

Whilst he was gazing, deep in thought,
From behind a nearby tree
A lion crept, with stealth and guile.
There was no time to flee.

In haste the stag ran to a bush,
But his antlers caught quite fast,
And, with the lion now facing him,
This thought became his last:

'The horns I loved have let me down
And have brought about this fate.
I should have thought more of my legs,
But it's sadly now too late.'

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Is there a reminder here not to look at yourself in the mirror for too long? Oh, I must remember this. Josie