Animal poems - Deer
... precious, elegant, flighty
Morning sunlight filters through the forest, rays of precious yellow - with the rare beam reaching the forest floor,
The smell of morning pines adorns the air, and a hint of smoke from a distant smoldering campfire.
Pines mixed in with the deciduous trees, a forest of autumn colors.
A quiet rustling in the dry leaves and the undergrowth.
The little deer peeks through the foliage. A timid creature.
Unlike the sunlight, beaming down and trying to penetrate light to the world and announce it's presence, you want yours to stay secret.
You observe, but wish not to be seen.
The slightest movement from behind the trees could send you running. I step gently.
I know you are there… I wish to get close.
And yet I cannot. Unlike others, that may cause you harm… I wish only to see all of you.
I wish to see the elegance of your being.
I wish to see you with your guard down, interacting lovingly with family - and the hint of playfulness in your eyes.
Yet, this dance we do has me on eggshells. If I get to close, you will run away.
This is not question. This is the nature of your being. You are shy of those that would harm you… you have no way to gauge intention.
Your very presence is precious in this world. Just to see a glimpse of you, man will travel miles into the deepest forest.
There are others like you, but you stand iconic.
You are deer to everyone.
I sit for a moment, in a precious place where I can see you… but you can't see me. Your behavior is natural.
Where you to see me, you would stare at me with trepidation, perhaps fearing a hunters gun could penetrate your heart - spilling scarlet blood onto the leaves.
Your shy nature has contributed to the desire for hunters to seek you, and consider you challenge.
For me, the challenge is to observe, to smile, and to accept that I will never be able to pat your wonderful fur… only ever admire from afar your natural grace and behavior.
Still I imagine a morning when perhaps you will approach me. You the curious one, and me the being who is shy, yet still enchanted by your beauty.
In that moment our eyes will become close enough that we can gaze into the other. Not with fear, but with curiosity.
Two world will overlap for a moment in time, and we will both walk away inspired from our innocent passing encounter.
-- by Andrew Noske