He doesn't know I'm watching him.
Each leg folds like moving bones
Twitches; ears and tail and
all shakes and tugs he
eats the plants as if knowing of intensity
but more likely knowing of happiness.
His black mouth searches,
chops and raises to the intense eyes now
searching for such an easy cause of fear.
The forehead, a velvet brown plain
as he turned and still does not see
what predator could make these tapping quick sounds.
Never before have I seen such an
animal already dead
but moving, stepping, breathing
twitchingly watching and shaking his long tail in long angles
as this skeletal-limbed deer.