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
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