Handmade and upcycled Red Deer one Punt coin brooch

The forest is cool and quiet, the air heavy with the scent of pine and sap. The stag is silent amongst branches and brambles, moving like a ghost. Sunlight dances through the thick, still air, spotlighting the ground in ragged patches. Dust motes dance and sparkle. The stag treads, unrelenting, sunshine dappling the brown hindquarters, the bone-white antlers. A woodpecker raps on the trunk of a towering redwood.

The stag pauses, one foot in the air, scenting the air. Then, he bounds away, graceful as a ballet dancer, soundless and lovely. King of the forest.