The Does

Cool winter morning

I plod along

The same path

A different day.

Suddenly, a movement on the road ahead

A brilliant flash of brown

Strength, grace, beauty

Signalling to me, this is how it is done!

The graceful doe flies across my path

Another follows,

And another,

So fast, so free!

Seven Does cross my path

I stop for those few seconds,

I count them as they fly past

I gaze in wonder

At their perfection

Their lack of effort

Pure presence, strength, beauty

Thank you, Seven Does.

 

 

 

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