The Doe.

                                             The Doe.
                     She stood rock still, staring straight back,
                     across an open field, of verdant green grass.
                     Russet brown,  with  her Doe- eyed fear,
                     her instinct to flee, would soon pass.
                     She did not flinch, poised ready,
                     silent, in the minutes, of a hot summers day.
                     Then suddenly she took off, like a gazelle,
                     full speed, streaking across, far away.