Slowly at sunset, I walked the north trail.
Nearly stumbled into a doe who ate
mulberries from a tree. Her soft white tail
shined as the sun slipped under evening’s gate.
Something woke in me blazing sweet surprise
like falling in a mouth of friendly fire.
My body trembled with a warm chill, my eyes
stayed wide while I silently watched her.
I stood happy, calm — reflected in the doe’s gaze —
and found myself forgetting all trouble.
The excitement inside of me tried to raise
a laugh to shatter our silent bubble.
Then, just as I smiled, she ran through the trees
vanishing as quietly as the breeze.