The Deer and I
Here where the artesian spring gurgles up through the ground, I pause. My intuition stirs, something. I glance behind and see him there, browsing amongst the fading autumn grass. I sense no fear from him, no tensing of muscle and sinew. Why should he flee? My soft pink form is no threat to him. I wonder if he knows, something inside, outside the bounds of human knowing. I would not harm him, nor his home.
Others are treacherous and wasteful, caring not for the needs of growing things. Contemptuous of all they deem lesser, and all is less. But for now, we are content to share this bit of world, the deer and I. I smile and he turns away from the warmth of sun on waning grass; away from me.
We drink from the stream,
with a warm delight – the same
the deer and I
For Haibun Monday at dVerse
and Just Jot It January – gurgle
Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP
Lovely! ❤
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What a wonderful moment of meeting nature… we should all have moments of understanding that the water is shared.
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It was wonderful something happens when you look nature( or a deer) in the eye, a bit of them seeps into your soul.
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I adore these types of connections with nature and always wonder what the other is thinking. Your haiku is a beautiful echo of the bonding.
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Thank you so much that encounter was an epiphany for me. 😊
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I love your communing with the deer, JP. He looks sleek and a good friend to share a sacred space with. I’m sure animals can feel whether a person means them harm or not. For all we know we might have some kind of aura they can detect.
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Thanks Lisa, I’m sure they can feel our auras just like we can feel theirs. 🙂
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🙂
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You’ve described this moment so beautifully!
So sorry to comment so late…time as somehow escaped me!
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No worries Lillian, as you can see, time often escapes my grasp as well. 🙂 So glad you liked it.
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