The Deer and the Chinaman
Driving for my morning coffee I pass
the old Chinaman’s vegetable garden.
A deer in its winter fur stands motionless
vapor streaming from its nostrils.
It’s the end of November. The garden
still has enough greens left to satisfy
the deer’s appetite – enough to fuel
its journey to wherever that might be.
I pass the house catching a glimpse
of the old man looking out a window
in cap and jacket, the very same he wears
each winter morning when in the garden.
He’s watching the deer, delighted by
its presence, no doubt, waiting for it
to eat its fill, happy to be generous
to the deer as his garden has been to him.
At the coffee shop I sip my coffee
reviewing my experience
with the deer and the old chinaman.
Ageing does have its rewards.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2020
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