dogs bark sharp–
deer outside
window. i stumble
into pups who run
so fast they glide
across smooth
pine floor,
their nails
click-clack-tap-
clatter-scramble.
i punch in code–
they jump, yelp
more, squeeze
out as door
opens. in dim
moonlight, we
see deer leap
over paddock
fence. soon,
pups rush back,
one-by-one,
settle down.
ritual event
ends well–
all safe–them,
me, emerging
sunflowers.
and deer.
so glad tonight–
no skunk.