The Shot of the Day

Look at the picture in the frame I am holding I have caught a memory, and it is now unfolding Walking through the wood my camera in my hand I look around this very green and pleasant land. A camera over my shoulder, a flask with something hot I have them the wrong way round I nearly miss my shot. In the distance a baby deer is hiding behind a fallen log I am on my guard I dare not move, but I really want to jog The mist rolls by, I see his ears they move barely a whisper I crouch down low camera to eye, a cloth to wipe the mist off A red toadstool is by the log I cannot believe my luck It’s like a fairytale picture that you could see in a story book I focus very cautiously and zoom in on my prey The mist clears the deer’s head pops up and I have the picture of the day.