The Doe Calls Attention to Herself

 In the distance 

A branch cracks

Under her weight

Then the air stops moving

She is here but distant:

The doe.

Her tail twitches twice

In the cool green shade

Her ears twitch.

She lowers her head,

Raises her tail,

Turns,

Gambols into the

Brighter space

Deeper in the woods.

She is fearless.

Her body a vast warm canvas

Of gentle life

Choosing her way

Accepting recognition.

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