Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Walking on the usual road behind city hall, movement captures my eyes as the dog runs off ahead. We’ve bothered three mule deer who slowly step away from us, but pause in the evening light to see what we are and listen with their large ears for danger.
Fortunately, our new dog is as leery of the deer as the deer are of him; he never chases them. Turkeys, on the other hand, get a slight run from him.
Poetry
They Hear Us
Mule deer step away,
Sheri Edwards
turning back, looking, all ears
listening, “Danger?”
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