Three deer cross my path
as I walk at the edge of the woods.
Their gazes pass over me one by one
without a single wince in reaction
to my presence near the woods.
The final one stops;
its eyes lock onto mine.
It doesn’t quiver in fear
nor does it make a sound.
It just stands there staring
at the person who could kill it.
Though it is scared I can see bravery
in its large beautiful eyes.
It will not run, it waits for my move.
I do move, and the other two
who have been walking away
from their frightened friend
come to the realization
that I had been there all along.
The three deer run away at once
before I can make another movement.