Running late,
I hurry out the door,
two small dogs in tow.
Winter
has not loosened its grip,
so I bundle up against the dark & cold.
Almost immediately,
a low grumble
escapes Georgia’s mouth
as she spies something ahead
I cannot yet see.
When her brother joins in,
a flash of pale tan fur
emerges from a house’s shadow —
a deer,
munching on grass and flowers.
But,
my noisy duo scares not one,
not two…
but six deer
out of the neighbor’s yard.
The small herd
stops momentarily –
just ahead of us –
to look our way.
My troop watches
as each deer passes
below the bright spot
of the corner street lamp.
Suddenly,
the world seems bigger,
less ordinary.
The day ahead
holds a new kind
of promise.
A Reading Life 
Your last verse elevates your moment and your poem. I love ‘suddenly the world seems bigger, less ordinary…’. Glad you were rewarded this morning for venturing out early into the cold, into a day now holding ‘a new kind of promise.’
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Love your poem and photo. The end was especially powerful. I just told my husband I saw about seven deer crossing the road I was traveling to work on this morning.
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I was immersed in your moment as I read your slice. Excellent job!
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So fun to read after you mentioned this was what your topic would be. It works so lovely as a poem. The pacing is perfect. Then it ends with a bit of wisdom. So true – the world does seems bigger when something unusual occurs!
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I can visualize the three of you, watching the parade of deer go by in this stanza:
My troop watches
as each deer passes
below the bright spot
of the corner street lamp.
Such reverence for this moment! And then your final stanza reinforces this feeling .
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That final verse says so much. Thanks for sharing this moment and reminding me to stop and marvel.
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Thanks for sharing your poem. I like the line breaks you included. They seem to amplify the wonder.
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Exquisite word choice, timing, and reflection in this piece. A reminder to see beyond the ordinary. Well done!
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