I Love You My Deer

The times you choose to show yourself to me are so ill-timed for my lifestyle. The times you are lost in the trees and brush of the woods I smile, and know that you are there. Sometimes, when driving our little gravel road, I am surprised you haven’t tumbled down the steep hill and plop ------- on the road ahead Legs tangled in your antlers. The sighting of a herd of you, a herd being six or seven, lights the twilight with gratitude as my heart holds a lighter beat. My life is full of your presence in my woods. There is no where I would rather live than here. The times you are lost in the trees and brush of the woods I smile, and know that you are there.