Hunger driven, battling
late snow for sustenance,
deer converge at forest edge
curious about a lone spectator,
nervous, but unafraid.
Watching, feeding, calm
and confident in numbers,
they stood at ease.
Noise provoked motion.
Muscles coiled and rippling,
one lunged forward;
in a moment, all took flight.
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