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STAG Wisest of stags, he was A bark-stripper, forest-glider, A perfect shot would take him, But he ghosted you, peered through criss-crossing fir, Aware, despite hectares of thicket, Of your muffled start and stop. Perhaps a breeze-shift Fetched your odour to him. ...