take a walk with me
just outside in my front yard
deep in the country
where pine forest touches sky
there’s no one around
just us and two does
on their feeding path at the
edge of the woods….shhhhh!
stand still and listen
~they’ll stomp those front feet
in protest of us
they think we don’t know
that they were here first
they harumphhhhh,
showing annoyance ~
then, white tails up,
they’ll take cover in the brush
….they’re clearly fed up
they’ll go trash-talk us
to their herd,
the rude house humans
who infringed on them
Job 39:1
Do you know when the mountain goats give birth? Do you observe the calving of the does?
Common Threads 
I am enchanted with phrases such as “where pine forest touches sky” because they are truly poetic. And in a counter-intuitive manner, you bring the does closer to us by imposing our humanity on them–“trash-talk”–and yet I find myself reading more into it all. We humans do infringe. What must these animals talk about after they encounter us? Artfully rendered. I always enjoy reading your verse.
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