Deer in the Doorway


In early morning light, deer step into my frame of vision, dark shapes gridded by window glass. Their browns match the stripped down winter hues so exactly that it is as though the landscape moves, slender leg a brown branch shifting, this flank a patch of mud slipping left. In the undisturbed silence of six o’clock, still they are alert and tense, punctuating their cautious nibblings with head jerks, ears tipped back and up.

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