Reverie
by Vaughn Neeld

At the edge of the meadow,
a deer trail meanders
toward the river.
As night falls, I watch.

Often a small herd of does and fawns
amble along the path.
They see me, but they don't mind;
we are neighbors here
where meadow and moonlight meet.

I lean against a fence post,
listen to the croak of frogs
and the twitter of sleepy birds.

After drinking their fill,
the deer scratch the turf
at the edge of the meadow,
nudge their babies close,
and still chewing their cud,
close their eyes.

I dream with them for a while,
then slowly wend my way home.



 

Return to: