A Deer in the City

"A Wounded Deer - leaps highest"

A Wounded Deer - leaps highest -

I've heard the Hunter tell -

'Tis but the Ecstasy of death -

And then the Brake is still!

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The Smitten Rock that gushes!

The trampled Steel that springs!

A Cheek is always redder

Just where the Hectic stings!

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Mirth is the Mail of Anguish

In which it Cautious Arm,

Lest anybody spy the blood

And "you're hurt" exclaim!

by Emily Dickinson

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Sometimes street art is just what it is: doodles and vandalism. And sometimes it's just there and it makes sense. This "deer" isn't famous and there isn't a leading graffiti artist behind it. Still, I expect the “deer turned tree” to leap over fences and gates. It looks so restraint and yet it conveys an inexplicable energy and force.
Delicate yet powerful. Fragile yet unstoppable.