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.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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