Yesterday, I spotted a doe quietly grazing
through the grass and clover -
raising her head only slightly to
twitch her big ears.
A doe is the master of camouflage -
Never miss a local story.
it took me sometime to pick out her
brown form while she stood silently in
the tall grass.
She did not sense my presence at first,
but quickly we were gazing eye to eye.
To my amazement, she was not startled
instead leaped cautiously across the field
until she was even closer.
What was it that kept her from running?
Perhaps she sensed in some surreal way
I was no danger to her.
I longed to touch her soft coat, caress
her ears & speak to her in gentle tones -.
Sadly, guns & arrows have kept
her fearful of any human touch.
For a brief moment we were connected
by the rhythm of two beating hearts.
Nature & discord were silent -
the flowing trees and meadow grass
listened but did not utter a sound.