Stag and Stately

The hills allow his roaming
The heather beautifies
And clouds rehearse the changing
Of skies, and then more skies.
And crofters see his wandering
More Kingly than the sheep.
But he might bring wall trophy
And little more to keep.
So let His Highness wander
With careful steps o’er crags
And trumpet for His Lady fair.
And young of whom he brags.



(I always envision the famous painting by Edwin H. Landseer entitled Monarch of the Glen.)