I was lucky to snap this photograph. I yanked up the blinds at the kitchen window, startled to see a deer alongside the house. She noticed, but continued to breakfast on the greens.
I had the Cheerios.
The deer beneath our sink.
That's a song title.
The doe reappeared Sunday, as evening approached. We've deduced she's the mother of the newborn fawn, seen together in the creek by neighbors.
She's standing near our swing and deck, eating for two, making milk.
I had the leftover pizza, eating like two, opting not to make my own Pepsi.
