July Nine
I wasn’t sure she would emerge from the tall grasses as I prepared pizza glancing out the window. At first, all I could see was her brown back. She stood for the longest time looking like a statue looking downstream at something beyond my view. She peered towards the house to see if the three would disturb her peace, to see if Zayne would come flying over the fence. No sign of a fawn. It could’ve been there in the tall grasses yesterday.