Waiting, watching, wary;
Ready to run at the first sign of danger —
When did the safety that was her home
Begin to erode? Or am I just projecting?
So many folks now seem to feel
The world they knew is changing for the worse,
Yet still the deer wander my yard,
Nibbling on the grass and waiting; trusting
The winter-barren apple trees
Will once again bear fruit.
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