Deer and Coyote Part 4

And so we begin day two of stillness. I have nothing left to say it seems. But that’s not really the case. I have nothing I wish to say. I could stop blogging outright. It seems to be an epidemic. Or maybe I could quit and then return, reenergized. Or not. Instead, maybe I’ll just take the long weekend off.

Addressing her unswerving silence, he
detects disorientation and disquiet,
a deer that’s caught in circumstances starker
than the existential light of day.

Or chop down a cherry tree.