Today's Deer

Beauty still catches my breath

Draws me back in.

This year’s fawns—delicate—more cautious than the does.

I should grow into a godlike shadow

Clang pots and pans

Drive you from the neighbor’s corn-laced lawn;

but, I’m no better.

I ache to sit

—silent—where you are.

Heart lifted up,

because you do not see me.

                                    Renée Zenaida