As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants for You, O God.
Psalm 42:1
Hidden deep, drenched in marsh grass,
under a dense tower of prickly pine;
against a summer sun-shade sky,
stuck in a sticky mallow of muck
saunters twin fawns out for a munch.
Hidden deep, enclosed by covered deck,
under waiting wonder of curiosity;
against a child’s inquisitive imagination,
stunned at the scene still unfolding
stares four curious children of nature.
Patti Wolf 