Adaption

A Doe and deer come to my backyard. its quite a common sight in leafy suburbia. The hunters search out the deep woods to shoot at them. They are in no danger here except for the growling menace of minor roads. They are unphased, by me at my door, both stare at me for a long minute. Then the fawn strays too far from its mother. Mother and Bambi disappear into a light industrial unit just a stone’s throw away. That’s just how it is round here, the tall hedgerows hide both the deer and the humming machinery, that unobserved make the hunters guns.