Ghost Deer

One spring night,

I was sleeping in my den,

When I heard a soft
tapping

I slowly awoke and looked
to the front

A deer stood in front of
me

It looked cold yet warm

It seemed so sad

I reached out to pet it

The poor creature
leapt away in a heartbeat

I sat up to see if I
was dreaming

The deer slowly began
backing away

I kept watching it closely

Finally,

The deer stepped out
through the closed strong
rice paper doors

Curious,
I rose up from the
futon couch and walked
silently to the doors

I lightly unlatched and
pushed open the door

Nothing was outside

But,

Was it even real?