The thinning of grey clouds
To feathery fluff
Floating apart until finally
A full moon radiates
Soft light beneath a dark velvet sky.
A doe, her head held high,
Ears up,
Silently staring into the treeline
Across the moonlit field,
As a light breeze softly stirs the grass.
She is suspicious
Of silent shadows
And unfamiliar sounds,
She stands statuesque,
Listening.