The Congregation

I made my way into the clearing, headed for the congregation. I dashed out and she followed me with all four legs. We, excited and startled the lady with a backpack. Her eyes and countenance glowed at our surprise. She looked our way, into the neighbor’s backyard. She’s briskly headed to her own get together, on two scrawny legs - how does she do it? Her two feet covered in canvas and rubber. We don’t need such accoutrements. We are but simple deer, driven forth by the dawning sun. She’s forgotten as we sup on a nearby patch of strawberries.