flight plan
On the way to December
A Year and November
The passing months are a deer
that leaps into the brake.
The November snow is the silence
that follows her in.
still in the brake
fight or flight
hightailing
under a star of oaks
I was hesitant to post this image, but decided to anyhow. This appeared to be a spike buck. I am guessing this since I didn’t see any branches on or broken off the antler. The other antler was in a pile of ribs and leg bones a few meters away which makes me think coyotes got this one. Sorry if the image offends anyone.
The Local
This little one followed me for nearly 20 minutes down the length of the trail. I would stop and she would stop, staying about 15 feet behind me. I picked up the pace and she picked up to a trot. I stopped and turned, and she stopped, pretending to be interested only in the grass on the trail. We repeated this a few times. I was able to get some photos, this being one of them.
You can see the green edges of spring starting. The whole forest floor was shifting so sightly in its thaw to cause the leaves to make faint crackles in the adjustment that pattered like a light rain.
