Quiet humming of an insects song
Gentle tune of the breeze
Nature prepares itself for slumber
There I sit patiently,
Awaiting the slightest noise
Something that would disturb the serenity
A leaf’s crunch
A twigs crack
A bird’s chirp
The formless shadows of the woods whisper to me
Its voice quiet and alluring
Like a siren tempting the sailor
An outline begins to form along the treeline
My breath steadies and my hands clench
Awaiting what emerges
That’s when the deer appeared
Frozen in fear, it’s eyes locking with mine
I see myself reflected in their pearly glimmer
I’m sure it sees itself in mine