The first buck she has ever seen on her property
crosses her window view of the accumulated leaves.
She knows he is chasing a female just vanished.
He is carelessly intent, rolling his head and rack.
A few feet from her safe position at the sink, he
looks through the glass, staring at her stares.
Then he snuffles into the leaves and snorts,
lolling his great tongue to catch the doe’s scent.
He breathes in rapid gasps and turns away from
the prying glass, leaping, then running after