Off In The Woods Of The Canyon Poem by David Howerton

That afternoon was clear, I wanted to be out watching the deer feed in the forest. My cup of coffee was hot and I had a book to read and off I went. Looking for just the right tree to sit under. Out in the long shadows of late day. The book wasn't too thick, and was full of poems and stories I knew that I'd have fun reading until it grew to dim to read by.
Having found the tree I was looking for I put down the coffee until it grew a little cooler, and read. After four or five pages I heard a sound off in the forest below me where the road used to be. And holding my place I looked and saw a doe with a year old fawn walking out nibbling at the grasses. I sat still not moving at least not trying too. The doe was so pretty, I followed her with my eyes as she moved. Along the remains of a road ten years gone. Such grace doesn't come to my eyes that often. So with awe in my chest I continued to watch, and breathed as little as possible. Until with the shifting of sounds from the highway and my own scent they bounded off.