Deer captured my attention on a walk.
Interested in what he’d do next…
Slowly inched forward to get a better peak.
Two of them? How wonderful.
Returned to his family, so cute!
Asked the deer for permission to film.
Came a little closer with ease.
They didn’t back up…
I guess that’s a yes.
Oh how blessed I was to witness this.
Nodded to thank them for the distraction.
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Comments (8)
Your talent for creating unique themes for each distraction acrostic is truly impressive.
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing this moment with us with your poem and photos!
Sweet💙Anneliese
A welcome distraction <3
Nice pictures.
Lovely! Great job!
So good!
Very beautiful, I felt the moment of encounter. Nice pictures too. Thanks.