nine deer grazing

on the new grass

i stepped onto the porch

all fled but one yearling doe

who stayed close by

looking at me

a strand of grass

hung from her mouth

we looked at one another

i moved a small step toward her

still looking she moved closer

her eyes were wide and clear

her ears were up

we regarded one another

we both took one small step closer

after a long while

looking into each other’s eyes

she lowered her head

to graze again on the spring grass

that was my welcome

to another day

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott