One of the deer
regarded me through the window
for a long time
before it moved off
stepping stiffly through the light mud
and paused again, until another
came and nuzzled it
I think these were the twins of summer,
their mother coming up behind,
their coats now in the duller
shades of winter
to better blend with spent and battered stalks
Our walk through winter
is not unlike theirs,
our first time through this passage,
following signs we haven't seen before
but which are clear enough -
foraging the prospects of the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 10, 2020
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