First Meeting
The tangle of their lifeline
Rarely entwine with ours.
I have only seen them twice
In all my years in the mountains.
His head was crowned
With an antique finished oak coathanger.
His heir, of unknown gender
Was grazing the grass that hid in the snow.
I watched them
Through the rear window, listening to music
As they stood their ground.
Hearing only the crunching
Of hooves and the hum of the motor.
Notes on this poem: The scene from this poem actually happened. I've seen many deers when I lived in Burnaby. The first time was when it just snowed and I think my mom was driving my sister and I to school and as soon as we left our drive way and entered the main road we saw three deers. I can't remember but I think it was a doe and two fawns. I also remember seeing deers several times when I was mountain biking near my home. That was when I saw the buck.