The morning flush
In the morning mists thick with the
first light rays revealing the orbs handiwork
we journeyed slowly in anticipation of
surprise from the palmetto and pine,
camera poised and pre-set, would we
be up for the moment, should it spring,
when before we could say hocus focus, out came
the doe, and wouldn’t you know, before
we could say, can you back up and let
me try that frame again, she was gone
as we slowly headed home.
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