The Wild One

The Wild One I watched, as in a dream mist…. ….after a day of rain, fog rolling in off the rocks of Lake Superior Three large deer, nibbling moist leaves from sapling trees, unconcerned with my presence, only 20’ away. Two were young bucks, both with fuzz-covered antlers, stopping occasionally to rub them on branches, they must be itchy. The other, a splendid doe, larger than the bucks, with golden brown skin, blinking her ears at me when I moved closer. This was their forest, I was a guest, my people were busy fighting wars, scheming profits, and pillaging the earth, while here, in reality, life was unchanged, the only sounds were warblers singing from branch to branch, a couple ravens overhead, barking my location to any other forest dwellers interested. On the forest floor, orchids bloomed, and an impressionistic collage of wildflowers in every direction, the yellows: jewelweed, buttercups, bellwort, aster and coneflower, the whites: yarrow, trillium, hemlock, queen anne’s lace and solomon’s seal, the reds: bull thistle, Indian paintbrush, spotted coralroot and prairie blazing star, the purples: wild geranium, spotted knapweed, shooting star and dameweed, and the wild one: me …..the wild one me 08/22/10 11:22am