The Doe

There was a flash of tan

and white amid the green

as the trail serpentined

through the woods.

My bike and the doe halted

maybe fifty feet apart,

and her eyes and ears

turned to me as the brakes

chirped. Her tail flicked

as she held her gaze and

the moment stretched,

hands falling off clocks

somewhere as time opened

up into the middle of eternity.

She nibbled and scratched,

grooming like the cats at home,

glancing back up now and again.

She casually fed on leaves,

walking slowly now, leaving

me in her blind spot as

she ambled away and the

moment closed and

time resumed.