my antelope

a creature to pet and spoil
like a child,
smooth skinned,
stepping cautiously
in the lemon grass.
Round and plump
like a new wed wife
her neck
heavy with brass rings.
her eyes
gentle as a birds
her head,
lovely like curved wood.
when she springs away
she spreads light dust
like a butterfly
which shakes its wings.
her neck seems long,
so very long.
To the greedy hunter