She Comes At Dawn

For about a week now, a lone mule deer doe comes in close to the house, apparently curious about these digs of the old hermit she and others have surely seen tramping about in the forest talking to himself. This morning she didn't bound away when I opened the kitchen window to take a flash photo of her at dawn.

Whispering, I let her know I how much I appreciated the sight of her, to come back any time.