At four in the morning I awaken and pull aside the bedroom curtain
Expecting only what is always there: the lawns, the houses and garages
The streetlights and porchlights and yellow lights in bedroom windows
That seem eternally lit.
But in this moment a shadow emerges from deeper shadow
Without the slightest sound, the deer
Drops its head and grazes on the lawn across the way
She keeps her eyes ahead, looking, aware, even while every enemy is asleep
Then come the two fawns, white spotted and moving with adolescent insecurity
Do they see me in this little window, in this world away from theirs?
Now come three others, one with antler spikes
It is as if this scene was timed for me
The mother lifts her head from the grass, craning high now,
As if some scent is in the wind
In a moment all is vanished