He flies through the forest,
his antlers shining in the soft and
milky light.  Proud, strong, elite....
the special one, his coat healthy
and gleaming, his antlers well-shaped, his
muscles long and powerful.  The
different one, the special one.
The trees part and he stands in
a clearing, and she is there...
suspended in the starry night sky,
glowing and unfathomable.  He stares
to her, her gentle light glittering
in his dark eyes.  She too
is special... he knows that, somehow,
she is as unique and
different as he.  He fears and loves
her, all in one breath.  Yet he
knows she will never be his...
he will never be strong enough
to belong to her.
He bows his head, his antlers brushing
the crust of the newfallen snow.
Soundlessly, he turns and plunges back
to the protection of the forest.  Gone.

She stays, and casts her soft, radiant light
across the dark and silent trees.