Morning Coffee

 

It passes on the edge of my vision
A shadowy figure in the early dawn
Silently, slowly cautiously

 

I wonder if it senses my presence
As I gaze upon its beauty
In quiet amazement once again

 

Its movement ceases abruptly
Limbs tensed for flight
Ears forward and eyes alert

 

A snort, a flick of a tail
Then relaxing as before
Deciding the threat is a false one

 

The sunrise I am here to behold
Becomes the enemy, as red tinges the sky
I know this time has ended

 

This time its head turns towards me
It takes my measure, recognizing me
For what I am,  human

 

No tensing and waiting this time
With unbelievable grace and swiftness
It returns from whence it came

 

I am better for this brief respite
Released for a moment
Far away from worries of past, present and future

 

Red, gold, orange and purple
Fill the velvety dark sky
I sigh at the wonderment of it all

 

I smile and rise up at last
To face the day with renewed hope
Having shared morning coffee

with the majestic buck

Reviews

[ultra sepulchre]

bravo! i loved this.. i could imagine the beauty of this creature when nothing else is around. you've described this moment vividly. i also have a tendency of sneek up on animals (mainly birds) and watching them until they sense my presence & fly away.

very well done!
sarah

[Blackbirdsong]

I like how you don't reveal what the "thing" is until the last line. I kept wondering throughout what "it" was, but was intrigued enough by your writing and descriptions that I didn't lose interest in any way. You kept my attention.

Thank you for sharing this.

take care :)

[James K. Blaylock]

Another wonderful write. I really loved this stanza

Red, gold, orange and purple
Fill the velvety dark sky
I sigh at the wonderment of it all

[Silvia - Scribo, Ergo S..]

Lovely poem, my dear! I always thought that when a wild animal volunteers to share some time with you, it is a rare blessing indeed. One of the real perks of living in the country ... The deer can�t get that close to me, because my house is surrounded by my horse pastures. But the foxes do keep making an appearance ... and I have a pair of red kites that has for years been nesting in one of the trees at the back of the pastures. xxx

[Arlene Fleisher]

Wonderful poem. Nicely written. Had the image of a deer in my mind just from the picture you used. :)

I enjoyed this very much!