From a single block of wood,
a gazelle nursing her young;
her straight-legged grace
shading his body.
His horns barely protrude;
they scrape his mother’s underside.
No cause to run.
From a single block of wood,
a gazelle nursing her young;
her straight-legged grace
shading his body.
His horns barely protrude;
they scrape his mother’s underside.
No cause to run.
