Lost in Discussion.
The Rain Deer are in the garden;
quietly once the night has stripped
the light from the sky. They tip toe in.
Brown eyes keep a silent anquished watch
over the midnight,
regardless of the short winter hour, the stark winds bluster.
Watch the panoramic from horizon to horizon.
Panicked by any movement. Fluid instep,
they sway, caught in at the edge of flight.
Its not often that British wildlife is noticeable.
Not often that the British notice wildlife...
we assume that there is some, only not as much as
say Africa, or the America's.
Its our intention to stay as ignorant as possible.
Not having the inbuilt belief, the childlike wonder, we sway
caught by the modern life. That Nature is invisible.
Lost in an urban jungle. We alternate between flight and fight.
(2013) (c) Rosalind J. Lee