Dim light elongates in the lavender dusk,
boundaries soften to faded nuance. Barn
horses bolt at an inaudible sound, then
spin to face the intruders, ears tall. Only
deer, three, just outside our fence, making
their way to the pond. The male stops,
turning his antlers full on, glaring white
throat markings draw attention, as two
does wait in his tracks. Now, they see me
and a donkey, watching the sunset. All
of us listen long, until the horses settle
back to hay, and the deer continue to the
mossy pond edge where the mallards are
preening. No coyotes tonight, only restless
house dogs. Others move soundlessly; birds
on barn rafters, rabbits and rodents scurry
past hay stacks to grain feeders. Shadows
reveal more than boundaries can isolate, any
line drawn between wild and domestic fades
as the line of a fence disappears with the sun.
…
What a cool picture! Lovely poem! Thanks, Anna.
Mary
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Hey, Mary. Thank you right back.
Love that the deer are more visible in reflection than not! Gotta be an analogy there….
Right, I couldn’t look away from shadows more clear than the actual deer. Thanks Michelle.
I’m right there with you-can feel the air. Fantastic photo of deer reflection:)
This time of year! Thanks, Anne
Lovely!
🙂 Thanks.
Your words illuminate my heart♥️
Thanks, Sharon.
Such excellent writing. Very descriptive.
Thanks Kelsey… my pond inspires me contantly.
Beautiful
Thank you, Jane.