A Doe's Vision

 

A resting buck, photo from Google Images

I wrote this poem directly after viewing a young buck with antlers just emerging, find a shaded spot in the wooded glen right outside my window. He didn't know I was observing him, and he looked so peaceful, just resting there among the trees on the softened earth. He reminded me of my own 'buck,' my son, who at the time was a pre-teen...thus, the poem: 

A Doe's Vision

Rest, young buck, now rest.

Do not fear that I am watching you.

Your life is safe within my eyes.

Yes, be careful and aware

of all the new and strange annoyances

surrounding you.

Now search for that tranquility.

Nourish your body and soul.

Relax, for soon the changes come, 

and your precious, budding years

will all be gone.

Rest, my young and precious buck.

My loving eyes adore you.

Worry not.

You have found safe harbor 

in my eyes. 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

(To hear my reading of this poem, click HERE.)