by Lilian Moore
We both stood
heart-stopping
still,
I
in the doorway
the deer
near
the old apple tree,
He muscle-wary
straining
to hear
I
holding breath
to say
do not fear.
In the silence
between us
my thought said
Stay!
Did it snap
like
a twig?
He rose on a curve
and fled.
From:
Sam's Place: Poems from the Country
Copyright ©:
1973, Atheneum
Last updated February 17, 2023