With The Big Idea Comes

The Big Eyed Deer

Photograph by Laura College on Unsplash

I sit on my perch
On the porch
In search of the big eyed deer
The crow caws where
The river runs its course
Where angels and poets
Tread without fear

I haven’t the slightest clue
How the hunt will go
Whether the beast will hide
In the copse nearby
Or tentatively come out
And then suddenly disappear

My eyes and ears
Are on full alert
My flesh and bone
Are open to the hurt
That emanates
From the wounded animal
On the run, in a second gone.

Nothing to see
For now I decide
When all of a sudden
It is standing by my side
Saying take me I’m yours
For today
I am the big eyed deer
That is your big idea
Do you want to go for a ride?