Furry Fans

Running up Mountain Drive on a June morning
under a sky with cumulus clouds slowly heading to
the dark side of nimbus
With just enough gaps for the rising sun
To beam pinge in the east.

The display glows off the mirrored Bose building
Nearly empty at dawn
A deer seems to emerge from nowhere
Did she come from Bose building?

At the thudding sound of my running feet,
She runs across the parking lot, her white tail up in alarm
Afraid of me.
I keep running, all the time watching her
Afraid of her

I don’t want a collision
She doesn't want to be shot

Across the road she stops on the grass, turns her eyes locked on me
Her tail is down
She looks at me
I look at her
Until we both know there is nothing to fear here.
She stands still as I run by
then disappears into the brambles
while I keep running