For thirty seconds, he just stared;
confusion overpowering instinct.
raced through his brain.
And then the barking started.
Even from the upstairs window
he knew the backyard enemy was big.
Bigger than the one who lives
next door and smells like meows.
Bigger than the one across the way
who’s always chasing lawn rats.
“I would catch them if I could get
out alone. But …WHAT!?”
From the square of green behind
the white frame house, the deer
looks up, at the familiar sound.
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