Cats’ necks crane—silence . . .
Summer grass rustles below;
Necks adagio!
A nose appears, black.
Two ears twitch beside antlers
Covered with velvet.
Graceful, cautious walk.
A tail twitches into view,
Flaunts the seasoned buck.
His eyes rise to cats
Who transform into statues
‘Til he’s satisfied.
Silent messages
Travel the morning ether--
Recondite silence.
Clarified by does
Who stott into the meadow
For a meal of grass.
Chatter in the trees
Claim the cats who beg release
To requite senses.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross


Comments: 13
Thank you, Sheila.
My pleasure, Larry.
The deer came with the yard, Pat! ;-) Everytime I think about developing the place I lean on my deck and they give me "the look"--you know, the "You wouldn't dare" stare. Actually, they make the place worthwhile.
CoffeeLady