Warrior Buck

The warrior buck
stands watching,
atop a hill,
surveying his domain.

He is not without danger.
Predators lurk in silence,
in the underbrush,
in packs,
awaiting an opportunity
for ambush.

He has fought
and won,
bears his scars proudly.
He lives to fight
another day.

The evening
is calm.
He is attuned
to all of nature,
silent, still,
alert and ready.

The warrior buck
stands watching.
He hears
the voice of his love,
come with me,
she whispers
and they are one.