There, beyond the fence lines
amid the birch and firs
I find my breath
Does graze, and fawns skip
as if they are children
chasing butterflies
An abundance of harmony,
ego leads me to believe,
but it is only denial
The bulldozer snorts
and rumbles into view,
deer and I lifting heads
Tails raised, the four-legged scatter,
hide themselves within the brush –
Is such shelter adequate? I wonder
Human demand eroding the green –
We talk about living minimally –
fail to consider God’s creatures
Whose very existence shrinks
within the confines
of expanding fences.
(Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 