Deer Valentine

We are a squeezed region in many ways, not least by ourselves.  We have made our own way and there are countless unique realities that ultimately answer the questions to the possibility of sustainability.  Things are developing essentially on their own.  You can see things changing, but who do you write it to? Who cares? We do essentially, but who really does?  All the time I certainly do not, but try here and there.

There are ideas profound and not so much.  There are those in between and those that create categories new.      This is simply an attempt to write stories of this place I started.  Willoughby what a great name.  Euclid, haven't you named at least one of your cities after him.  Great stories of yesterday and questions of today.  We have plenty answers here a simple question:

Look where you look as I look where I look.  Think. We started seeing them in early January.  You don't mistake Deer for anything else and you don't mistake a limp.  A time of year they don't show their sex they moved in shadows.  Each morning they seemed to be along our path a new pleasant passing in the hours we spent together.

These are not things that come along everyday they have many reasons.  The wolf long gone just confined on the west side.  There is this great enclosure in the Zoo, which somehow I always miss.  Usually find myself there more the once a year, but haven't actually seen them there just hear a nice story.  They are no longer employed in our ecosystem which leads to the possibility for a deer to  limp around.

The housing meltdown gives them cover.  They have plenty of empty houses with backyards and countless occupied homes that no longer look their neighbor's way.  We haven't seem them since valentine's day.  I think the leg has healed.  I note how our world has changed.  Inner ring suburbs evolving along with the Deer.

Our ecosystem has new mechanisms that never were.  The wolf took the weak and sick.  The deer lived strong and one certain way.  Now some find hunters luck and others are lost in car headlights.  The function is life and remains the same.  The range has been expanded and this evolution of deer in the inner ring suburbs.

Different deer are left around to do different things.  The impacts cannot be imagined but are another case seeking balance which comes easily or not it is found.  Balance is lost and found everyday.  False quantum wells well named.  The only wolves left around here don't understand their role.

I like to think they were a couple, but I know they are deer and I will never know more than they spent time like no other deer I have observed in the last ten year near me.  There is plenty to eat around here they always pass never stay.

That day we watched them slowly down the street.  A right turn at the end towards a fence.  Perhaps slowed but still deer they leaped higher than necessary as if to say there is no barriers for us.  We went along in our day.  They were the same deer we saw them now numerous times.  There was a limp.

Middle of February and they were gone.  Middle of February and much is gone.  I am sure of healing as I am certain sustainability the answer on a shelf  gathering dust.