Sunday, November 3, 2013

Early Morning Adventure

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.