Gorgeous silent deer,
slinks ghostly by no brown,
parallel in night the driveway down.
Decades pass, doe eyes mine raised up from grass.
A screendoor safely, I move slightly and now now two are there in night eye's gray.
"Goodnight beautifuls" my whisper fades, and to woods grace gently rows away.
A fresh river of Nature flows through all this madness still.
When deer appear.