What did we say to each other <br />that now we are as the deer <br />who walk in single file <br />with heads high <br />with ears forward <br />with eyes watchful <br />with hooves always placed on firm ground <br />in whose limbs there is latent flight<br /><br />Mia Lyons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-simile-by-navarre-scott-momaday/
