Shy Midwife
Missed Connections from Tucson
you talkin’ in my sleep;
Deer bashful,
Thank You for helping me,
that difficult storm past
the steep learning,
did you see the curves?
birthing Love
instead of hiding, hey
the labor was shared
and so is the bounty
(good with oolong)
Her Two Cents
Once upon a time, the world’s largest cat and I lived in an old stone cottage in the middle of the woods. It was a definite shift from my city-gal mentality and this change couldn’t have been more apparent than my responses to wildlife. Yes, wild woodland animals make scarier sounds than drunken college students at 3am and rabbit poop is just as yucky as the canine variety but without a lazy owner to blame its presence on the bottom of my shoe upon. The deer were something special, though, and I never tired of spotting them in the brush where the yard met the forest. One early morning in early spring, the world’s largest cat launched a three-alarm-fire series of frantic meows and galloping maneuvers between the back door and the bed (that I had been, up to that point, sound asleep in). Blearly-eyed, I sat up and attempted to figure out what the “emergency” was. A quick look to the window revealed a deer about two feet away and beyond that were more – about sixteen total – mothers, babies, a giant buck with a young buck beside him. They were eating the over-abundance of clover in the yard. I stared in amazement at their majesty. The scene was so peaceful, so private – almost secretive. It didn’t take long before the big buck spotted me and threateningly stomped the ground with his front hooves. The little buck by his side looked to him and mimicked the behavior. “See, Dad? I can do it too!” was what I thought as I drew the curtain. ~~ If you like Gary Barwin’s video, give it a vote on the VidLit contest page. His concept; anything but, “deer bashful,” inspired today’s post.
