In the Meadow

She was a beautiful doe
Standing in the middle
Of a small meadow.

We looked at each other.
Cautiously, she inched
Her way closer.

I carried a chain
Of wildflowers
To adorn her regal neck.

We met half way.
She looked at me
With warm, peaceful eyes.

I put the flowers on her neck,
Touched her velvet hide.
She stood perfectly still.

I bent over, touched her soft nose.
She turned slowly and
Ambled away.

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Volume 4, Issue 11, Posted 10:11 AM, 05.30.2012