Quietly stepping

Regal head held high,

from out of the forest

where they night time lie.

The buck steps first

balancing his heavy head,

behind comes the doe

being carefully led.

Close by her side

with large brown eyes,

fawns nudge her for love

she gently sighs.

Such beauty I see

stride across the field,

I hold my breath closely

as slowly they yield,

to the motors and pedals

and all unseen danger.

They hide behind trees

if perhaps there’s stranger.

They leave the cold stream

slip back into shadow,

so quiet and still

the now empty meadow.