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Catriona Keith

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


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.