they have claimed the pasture
these fawn twins
the horses have fled
down to the place where the water flows
and so the grass grows high
and extravagant
just right for nestling down
while mother doe
wanders away
on errands undefined
tess the cat
stalks ahead of me as we part
the lush green
sprinkler in hand
two heads
four dark eyes
startled are affronted by our presence
leaping one rushes
panicked into the dry grey juniper
rushing to disappear
one stands
and then steps warily
fragile legs unsteady
toward these brash interlopers
curious
eyes meeting mine for a moment
before flashing away
all spots
---------------------------------- Part Deux
another day
clattering wild child races away heard
but unseen
but still one remains
alert but unafraid
facing known unknown
knowing
that he/she is safe
there nestled in the grass
the world in a pasture
some trust
some fear
some meet your eyes
some show you only their backside!
Ah
author of life
why?
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