A deer bounds down a quiet street lined
with quaint pastel homes, daintily laced
with white trim and decorated shutters,
evenly spaced between picket fences
The wild forest
with its untamed branches and vivid vegetation
whispers from behind, beckoning
to its wandering resident
as if to say,
don’t be long.
with long, bony antlers and dark, keen
eyes pauses, watching.
who attempts to hide, only
partially covered by thin satin drapes
But black eyes meet blue,
and you stare back as
its deep, discerning eyes promise secrets untold if you dare to follow
You do not heed the call.