Close Encounter
I saw her standing in the grass
On a cold autumn morning,
Hunching over plants in silence
In a corner of my backyard.
I saw the ears on her head
Like radars looking for something nearby.
I remember her clear, curious stare.
I was so close I could touch her
And see her nose shine in the sun,
But didn’t for fear of her instincts kicking in
As her black eyes stared me down.
Never have I had such a calm
Encounter with a doe before.
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