kassandra’s deer

Feb - deer

From the edge of the woods
her face, alert,
liquid eyes, so soft,
she is holding her breath
to make sure I will move on
and cause her no harm.

We have already assured our extinction.
Only 50 years ago, 2.7 billion
populated this world-
now 7.7 and climbing with each
second hand twitch.
Consuming everything
without a care in the world.

And the earth is ready
to shake us off like fleas,
to resume her natural course
of morning sunrises and evening moons
and stars that will outshine
anything we could have ever created.

And I hope some day,
those soft liquid eyes
will look again over a recovered land
and make her way across the earth
in perfect fearless strides.