Pausing for a second at the door,
Out corner of my eye, motion in the snow,
I stay to watch, foregoing busy chores,
The foraging of fawns and bucks and doe.
Bearing silent witness to their show
at times, I’m blessed to catch a glimpse, unseen,
My Holly bush will (none the worse) still grow,
And their nib-nibblings won’t the shrub demean.
This forest denizen has been
through something, I cannot begin to know,
A lonely antler growing strong and lean,
Perhaps the other lost to stronger foe.
Ephemeral though, my opportunity,
A moment more, and they’ll in transit be.
Written in response to The Weekly Photo Challenge:Ephemeral.
Other entries in this challenge can be found at the follow link – https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/ephemeral/