Summer Doe

Across the lake
I see her, just there
My secret friend

Timid steps
Watchful
To the water's edge to drink

A flick of her ear
Brushes away a fly
Suddenly raising her head

Frozen in place
Except for
One nervous foot stamp

Then back down
For another sip
Ears still listening

Turning
With a flick of her tail
She disappears again