The obtuse obstruction of man guts the
placid lawn. Drawing mortal focus
to the dichotomy. Human and nature.
The deer with majestic insouciance trots about.
Nose down, endeavors not for eats.
Only aroma. Aroma and peace.
Nature. We’re no longer a part of thee.
Ascend above biology, yet not to be free?
Fences divide more than just places.
My deer thinks little and fears less.
She is content.
She is nature.
She simply is.
Tony Blau Veldt, 04/30/2017