Fellow Traveller

Drowsing on the wayside
Halfway through our walk
We are stopped
Something rustles and I open my eyes
Raise my head
There in the red tipped grasses of the moor
Stands a doe, ears twitching
Black liquid eyes gazing into mine
Two creatures on the uplands
We exchange something in that moment
Before the nearby bleat of a sheep
Startles us each
And the moment and doe are both gone

 

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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19 thoughts on “Fellow Traveller

  1. Moments like these are so rare, and the feeling of communion with nature one that is so lost in our over-excited world–this captures the intimacy and immediacy of the event much like a photograph. Your sparse tone and structure work very well here.

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  2. What a wonderful moment to have experienced! I would have loved to have been there with you. We have deer near my house here. I love it when they are around and when we make eye contact briefly – before they are gone!

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