I meandered down a country road,
the sun perched through the evergreens.
My pup and I just on our morning walk,
but today we were stalked; wind whistled
in forest and mosquitoes buzzed about.
I stopped, not knowing what to do.
It’s not everyday one is face to face
with a young buck’s grace, just staring.
I pulled up all my courage, talked sweetly
then passed by the fellow bigger than I.
I pondered long as we continue our early
trek of why this young buck stood to glaze?
Maybe he was in a sullen haze or stood
for us to catch his sturdy, steady stance.
My dog just sniffed, we see deer most days.
Patti Wolf 