Glassy eyes appear to be watching me in the early morning light. The body is outlined in dark shadows, barely moving, head turning my way ever so slightly.
I am not sure if he really sees me or just happens to be facing in my direction.
I observe him cautiously, not wanting to give myself away in the hopes he has not noticed me.
How long should I stand here, still as a beam, barely breathing? My curiosity gets the best of me and I stay rooted in place, my eyes fastened to his. There is movement behind him, just a slight movement, but enough to make my breath catch. Could there be more than one?
His lifts his chin, otherwise remains still. I know he can move swiftly in my direction at any moment. My nose itches but I don’t dare make a move and give myself away.
In his own way, he is beautiful. His head is adorned majestically and he holds himself proudly. I want to take in his beauty and enjoy the moment, make it last as long as possible.
I hear the rustle of leaves but cannot make out for sure where the noise comes from. Ever so slowly, I turn my head to the right and notice another set of eyes in the dark.
Suddenly the rustling becomes louder as I see both the buck and the doe hurry back into the woods, away from the path of my morning walk.