with her giant oval ears,
she turns her head from side to side
waiting

we quiet them as much
as a passel of schoolgirls can be
waiting

in a moment she stands
glassy eyes searching the grasses
waiting

out from his hollow, her fawn
bolts to nurse, jerking at her underside,
waiting

she nudges him away with a quick kick
and he crosses our trail, leaving her
waiting

we stand in a semi-quiet line,
mesmerized, in love, memories in hand,
waiting.