Circles of motion

Deer came running from beyond
Far off cousin’s home compound,
As in a distant poem of time ago
Steeped in flute under a blue sky.
The deer ran away from hunting,
The golden deer so dear of a Sita.
There was eagle doing sky circle
A moment grows on us and deer
And eagle in its circles of motion.

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