A winter evening
There is a park across the street and we went to play in the early evening. But just after we arrived I saw a flash of movement across the football field. I saw a deer, then two, then four, then five. We agreed to cross over to them, quietly and slowly so we wouldn’t scare them. Together we made our way over half the field. We were watching them, they were watching us. I think we were lucky to be downwind, or we never would have made it so close. It was getting dark quickly, and harder to see the deer against the woods. They were getting wary, as well, and I thought we should let them finish their dinner in peace. So we quietly turned back. By the time we reached the parking lot I couldn’t tell if the deer were there at all.