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Catriona Keith

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To write one hundred hopeful words every day for one hundred days


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Something on the track ahead

The horses sense them first. They halt to look at us and we watch them.

A doe and her two small fawns.

The noise they make is like a whistle.

They wait in the long grass, reeds and whins on the moss

We ride on, thinking they’ve run.

Then Jack freezes on the track, fearful, splay-legged.

I dismount to lead him forwards.

Around the corner, leaf ears straining

There they are again, watching us, stalling their flight

Curious and terrified, a mother and her two fawns fleeing

Frightens him. I’m not surprised.

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