Profanation Placid and composed looked the deer,Alone on the lawn of his dreams,At ease and far from sensing fear Unaware of the hunter’s spear,Grazing as if in a daydreamPlacid and composed looked the deer, Confident all around was clear:The meadow, the wood, and the stream,At ease and far from sensing fear Oblivious to danger near,Softly … Continue reading José L Recio