Submitted By: Rebecca Tripp
There were ten deer hanging around outside my apartment the other night. The yearlings were so curious… tiptoeing closer and closer to me, eyes on me the whole time, then when they felt they had gotten too close, they would prance away. And it really was prancing – long, slender, graceful legs, drawn up high with each step. So beautiful. There was a buck among them who I recognized from last fall, even without his antlers, and he stood in the field, never taking his eyes off me.