We tread silence
The deer trundles through clover,
watches me with black marbles for eyes.
She gums a slice of bread whole,
inclines her head.
Welded to the spot, I can only stare
and breathe
and return her bow.
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I like the title of this piece and how the companionship of that silence is expressed.
Thank you! It was going to be the last line, but it got promoted to title 😉