rise like antlers
on the mountain head.
This is the deer who knows my soul
and seeks me out to remind me
of the gentleness of wildlife.
Morning light reveals
hooves crossing the bridge from the forest into the yard
during the quiet of the night.
She waits at the edge of the woods for Dudley, her dog friend.
Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
Dark as midnight
sentry at the garden’s edge
denouncing the dawn garden feasting of deer