A lone deer comes to my backyard, She used to come with a large vanguard; Raising her ears at the smallest sound, She warily grazes the grassy ground.
I do not know what happened to the others: Her timid sisters and her horny brothers. I observed this one when she was a newborn, I recall her running through the shrubs of corn.
They used to come at the dusk and dawn Before we started to mow our lawn. Sometimes they appeared in the middle of the day, When we approached them they didn’t ran away.
When they appeared I started to cheer; I thought we made it- the man and the deer: Living in a harmony, sharing the land, And building friendships, obviously… on sand.
Now she disappears when she hears a footfall. Behind the pine trees under cover of nightfall. I wished that the events had taken a different course… Deer stepped on the boundaries people endorse…
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