The silence is screaming, piercing my skull.
Into the woods I ran, how could I have been such a gull?
Now here I stand, breathless and alone.
My heart now so cold, it turned into stone.
“What have I done?” I called to the wind,
“To deserve cold shoulders and chagrin?”
The wind whistled through the branches in reply,
I noticed there were no birds chirping nearby.
I looked around and all I could see,
Beady yellow eyes staring at me.
I stumbled as a took a step back,
Bracing myself for their attack.
But what I did not know,
Was that it was only a doe.
The friendly looking deer took a step closer,
I held my breath and looked down my nose at her.
She slowly came up and began licking my hand,
I could get used to this, nature being so grand.
I have discovered that there is creation,
With no fear of trepidation.