As I sat to write,

        two spike bucks,
        possibly twins this spring,    
        came out of the woods
        to eat apple peelings
        I tossed out.
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        Their spikes were covered
        with velvet.
        They displayed wild looks
        toward  the house.
        Finally, they ate and turned away.
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        They saw themselves in two old,
        discarded mirrors,
        and then they bolted
        into the woods,
        fleeing their own images.