Ah, To Be a Deer

Oh, the incessant noise, the jibber jabber, civilization’s cure for loneliness, the panacea for boredom. If only, if only, “You’ve got male.” would be an answer. Ah, but no… Tweet on, “Oh ship of state…” this Union, this rudderless human joining… Oh, to be a deer in the wood the silent wood, the sea of green, the eye of calm to hear naught but the patter of rain. And, taste only the dewy mist on the tip of pedal pink tongue. To not have soiled the soul, flesh eater, destroyer To be Un-manned… To run and leap, doe-eyed, over fallen log…instead of fallen foe. To rise a-dawning in the mist of a four-legged dream. To be mounted by a loyal buck and birth a quivering fawn. Surely, all the monkey mind has to offer can not compare to the innocence of the doe. Shut the roaring static, kill the jabber walkie resurrect me silent, furred and free amongst the fiddleheads and moss of the wildwood.