Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The call of the wild is truly the call of the divine

I decided rather than rush tomorrow, I would go print my poem tonight. The lab is just up the road. I told my suite mate where I was heading and I headed out.

On the path, across the road near a huge oak tree, was a doe. She looked at me and I looked at here, eyes full of wonder and longing. She watched me, I watched her and this stretched between us for uncounted seconds. Then I looked away and she followed me, as I began to walk away, getting further and further away and then she bowed her head and again ate the sweet grass.

When I returned, a few minutes later, she was gone.

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