Fading Light: Nature Series

She was looking in
Through the sliding glass door
That overlooks the river.

A small doe standing
In the yard bathed
In the fading light
Of a Fall day.

Curious. Wary posture.
Looking at us in our
Rocking chairs as
We drank a beer
And looked back.

Her deer logic worked
In its wild way
She reckoned us a
Threat and tensed
Her whole body coiled.

She made a half
Pirouette on pointed
Hooves, muscles bunched
In her back legs and she
Exploded, springing
Away into the trees.

She left only the fading
Light and an indelible
Memory.