Her face peered at me through tall grass
and we held our breath,
still-lives in dappled light,
not sure of the other
curious-wonder at meeting at all.
I spoke calming
she listened
I stepped passing
she stood still.
We held each other with our eyes
and slow danced
at the edge of the golden woods
on an orange October morning.
The moon and sun watched
as the south wind brushed past the north
to warm the day
midnight frost trickled
sliding off the brittle leaves swirling.
I moved away.
I felt her follow.
And, when I looked back
she pressed closer stopped closer
before crossing the gravel path
before leaping through the grass,
her white tail held high.
I watched her become the trees.
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