I see you, you see me
Through the branches, we are both frozen
You … anxious that I may be a threat
Me … not wanting to frighten you
Our eyes are locked and time passes
Finally you lower your head to eat grass
And with one final glance my way
You walk back through the underbrush
I am so grateful for this rare opportunity
To discuss our differences with respect
Then to witness you walking away
Without fear in your eyes
This is my journey
Nate Long “Owl”
Pen and ink