The deer had been
Absent from
Their usual field
Concerning
Colder weather
Blustery winds
They couldn’t
Have gone far
Wait! What was that?
There they are
Walking a path
Through the brush
To nearby water
I suppose it was there all along
A hidden path
Grass pressed down
Between the rows
Where others walked
In seasons past
Imprints remain
Though kept
Out of view
Until a concerned
Passerby needed
Reassurance
She was headed
The right direction
Piano Girl 
The animal’s instincts are inherent … us that passersby are the lost ones …
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I think you may be right…💛
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Lovely. Can pay off to keep staring at “nothing” sometimes!
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Thank you, Jazz. 💛
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