As I stopped by, that dark night,
Three roe in a gateway stood;
They seemed bemused by my light
So far from their darkened wood.

They stood ungainly and peered
Like kids or lambs fill’d with glee;
And then by magic appeared
Another to join the said three.

I watched, as if in a dream;
Their ears and tails twitch away.
And then a sudden moonbeam
Reminded them of the day.

They skipped along and bounded
Beyond the beam of my light,
As if some horn had sounded
Out from the depths of the night.

This poem is reproduced with the kind permission of the author (and Hepworth resident), Bernard Howlett, Breckland Poet, from his book “Pages of Time”, ISBN 978-0-9559311-3-0