I see you, Little Deer, in the pre-dawn gloaming as you graze on my neighbor’s grass. I watch you, afraid to breathe, knowing that magic can vanish in a blink. But did I move? You raise your head, sniff, and dart down the block, bleating, bleating, bleating for your mother. A chance encounter–you probably will not remember it, but I won’t forget you. I walk inside, as the sun peeps over the horizon.
Moon croons farewell
as dawn whispers promises
fawn sprints after them
Day 23 of NaPoWriMo challenges us to write about an animal. I decided not to write about cats or birds because I always write about them, and I remembered this little deer I saw one morning a few years ago. But I guess I’m predictable because I discovered that exactly three years ago, on April 23, 2016, I wrote a poem for NaPoWriMo about a different deer in a different neighbor’s yard, but I mentioned this one. Here’s the link. It has a slide show, too. 🙂
A magic moment.
It was! Thank you, Ken.
They are lovely, the deer’s babies. Perhaps they remember. I watched a fawn one summer morning racing up and down along the stream, just for the fun of it. The mother wandered off eventually and left him/her to it, let her baby run and run until he/she decided to follow. They are so graceful.
They are. I love watching them. But this one I remember because I never knew that baby deer made that bleating sound, and it was just so adorable.
They are, I agree. I’d rather have deer to look at than begonias 🙂
Me, too. 🙂
How lovely (and funny that exactly three years ago… 😉 )
Mick and I once took a long walk in the woods up north at my mother’s house. There were a bunch of them. We just sat there and watched them frolic and play. So wonderful.
Thank you! Isn’t that so funny about the exactly three years ago?
I’m glad I brought back your wonderful memory. It sounds like such a lovely time.
It was a lovely afternoon.
You’ve transformed a simple sight into a glorious one. 🙂
Thank you very much, Frank. It’s good to “see” you here.
Lovely, Merril. I enjoy the deer and their fawns, but they can be scary when they dart out in front of my car during my 5:30 a.m. commute to work. I’ve had some close calls.
Thank you, Jill. Yes, that is very scary–any time of day! We had one dart out in front of our car around noon a few weeks ago.
Yeah, it used to be you’d only see them at dusk or at night, but with so much development going on, they’re stirring around at all hours of the day. Be safe!
Thanks, you, too!
The synchronicity is wonderful…it adds to the magic. (K)
Thank you! It does. 🙂
You captured the magic of spotting a modt timid, elusive creature. Very zen.
Thank you! 🙂
A lovely story
Thank you, Derrick.
Interesting that 3 years ago something similar happened – very similar almost to the day. It seems you caught the bleat then and now and it was startling. I like this very much thanks Merril –
It is so funny about the prompts and poems 3 years apart. Thank you very much, Susan.