He doesn't know I'm watching him.

Each leg folds like moving bones

Twitches; ears and tail and

heaving sides–skin

all angles,

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.