That morning I saw a lone deer
standing statuesque
and gazing at a field of snow.
I glanced away to other mundane chores,
looked back and back again
to find her still unmoving,
shocked and staring.
“Where is that grassy field I knew just yesterday?”
she seemed to ask.
“What is this sea of white?”
And as I ate a quiet breakfast and sipped my tea
I realized hunger was the poor deer’s plight,
for there she stood shocked and wondering
what to do or where to be
until resigned she turned and walked back
into the forest.
Virginia Views 