Silver moondust floats on the expanse of my backyard so
early in the so early that I can't help but stare in awe of it's
beauty. I am standing in my bathrobe sipping my too-sweet
coffee. The sun and the moon are having their diurnal dance;
trading places; changing the time from night to day.
A mother deer and her fawn are standing in the yard. The
fawn is grazing not knowing the danger that lurks in every dark
corner. He is totally oblivious that anything could ever harm
him. His mother though, stands erect and tall not
one muscle twitching or giving off any evidence that she is
alive. She knows of the danger that lurks and hunts her down. She
can only stand and wait her doom.
For now, she can out run the man and his gun, but
eventually if not taken by man's gun, death itself natural and
hard will catch her and end her reign. She glances down at her
son and I wonder if she wishes to be free again; naive again;
enough to believe that nothing could touch her. I she a tear and
understand the doe's yearning to believe in her own immortality.
I too never want to die. I want to live just one day without a
threat to my life, without the hunter's gun at my head and
death's fatal footsteps following my every move. So I understand
the doe and her son and in watching her I can almost see a tear
in her eye, shed for her own life.
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