My Pleasure

An unauthorized magic
whirl-winded four deer
up through a stick strewn
tawny taupe forest floor
this third day of spring

to play, nuzzle and graze
breakfast right along side
the morning windowed
in sunlight.  A morning
covered by a cloud rolled
blue sky made only
for this day, no other.

The pleasure they took
-along with just opened
blackberry leaves,
a seemingly delicious
rhododendron, and
the stalk of tiger lily
lifted just yesterday
up out of the ground-
was truly all ours.

Come again.  Anytime.