Morning drives
Typically, uneventful
Leave at a certain time
To arrive at a certain time
The same certain time every day-
Despite the routine
Most days my heart hopes
For the unexpected
And when it appears
It is always in the same spot
How does that still count as unexpected?
Grazing quietly
In the field
Looking up quizzically
As I drive by
Or hopping through the grass
Showing off fluffy white tails
Any number of soft brown deer
Passing on a surprised smile
An audible gasp
Pure unexpected joy
Another poem from a recent poetry circle. ❤️
Piano Girl 
The expected “unexpected”. I love your rich description of the white-tailed deer! That feeling during this season that they will appear at any time! This is beautiful, Kelley. Much love and prayers 💛🫶🏻
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Thank you, Karla. I’m always surprised at how happy it makes me to see them. 💛
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You’re welcome, sweet sister. I understand! I’m just like you! I can’t imagine life NOT seeing them.💛🙏🏻
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It is always a thrill to see God’s creatures!
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