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Friday, February 28, 2014

Where the Fence Ends

Where the Fence Ends

Where the fence ends, a doe with her yearlings and fawns cross into my yard, over the crusted snow. Inside, I grab my camera. The doe looks at me, ears to the side, turning, listening. She stamps, huffs air and flags. Then leaping, they all disappear, leaving photos of brown blur.

I learn to be still; to wait by the window.

If they notice me now, I think they must know: I mean no harm, so they continue browsing, crab-apple, cedar, needles of yew. But, as I see their dark eyes seeing me, I feel such longing to escape this barrier of window and walls, to burst outside, breathe winter air, and run where the fence ends.

Photos and words are copyright 2011-2014 Carol Steel


Fireblossom said...

They're beautiful!

Carol Steel said...

They are that. I was overwhelmed when I saw them in the yard and felt so sorry that finding food was so rough this winter because of the deeper snow.

Anonymous said...

Carol, this works beautifully as a poetic blog post.

Carol Steel said...

Thanks so much, Beth. I like it better here.