I step outside the back door,
While the world is quiet
And my family is asleep,
To have a moment to sit in silence
And take in all that is.

There’s a deer there, among the grass, watching me.

I stop, put my hands together, and bow.

The deer neither moves nor fidgets,
Only watches.

Then, as I touch my phone,
Or the mower,
Or the hose,
The deer darts away.

Deer seem to be at peace with humankind.

Just not anything we create.




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