Deer Diary.
Deer Diary.
5:45 a.m.
as herds of deer
stand on berms
of a mountain road's
sharp curves.
I hum a
favorite tune
I used to know
I'm pretty sure
my memory
says it goes....
"Doe near me,
Fawn so,
lovely Doe!"
The buck
stops here.
I pass him by
r e a l s l o w,
enjoying
Mother nature's
morning show.
Then spend
some time
observing
these shy beasts,
who in tall grass
on both sides
share a feast.
They gaze at me
with wonder,
all seem tame
as I look back
upon themin this wild game.
My van does not
instill fear
of attack,
they study me
with raised ears
then turn back.
to chewing grass
while I digest my share,
of fate that offers me
this glimpse of
beauty oh, so rare.
touched by
a peaceful calmthat in this place
two species share.
Then in a
shift of gears
I edge away,
from all my eyes
held deer
on that fawn day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©-MFB III