the deer making whatever sound they make and prancing through the soybean field/hill across from my porch just remined me to read your poem

and what I read about deer in this Desiree Driesenaar post several years ago: https://medium.com/weeds-wildflowers/seeing-a-deer-in-the-wild-means-regeneration-e1b7f0a7e0f3

and a prose poem I wrote after a December 2020 2am walk that included:

"My sense of wondrous awe grows with each buoyant step, and then as I turn south for home, POW, the sky is vast and my friend Orion smiles and I get warmer yet as the angels alight me.

Will wonders never cease, I am not alone — the silhouettes of a herd of deer dart across the road perhaps 40 yds yonder, disappearing into the leafless thicket as suddenly as they had appeared to announce Prithvi’s watchful eye."

https://medium.com/queen-s-children/energy-flows-72a9fa18637d subtitled "Entities possess and caress me from across the universe"