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