Guests in the Orchard

I sit at my computer, toiling with my story, absorbed in the concerns of my characters.

But my concentration is broken by the black nose that appears at the edge of my window frame.  Large, alert oval ears twist every direction while thin, muscular legs step cautiously.  One nose, then another and another until there are nine of the miraculous animals carefully moving around my orchard.

They all stop at once, frozen and listening.  Are the dogs on the deck?  No, they are asleep on the bed beside me, oblivious to the trespassers.

Movement begins again as the apparitions relax, relax as much as deer ever do, and they bend their graceful necks to their task.  With the infallible senses of wild creatures, they seek out fallen apples and pears, delicately chewing, storing the last of fall’s sweetness before winter comes.

I try not to move, not to spook them and they are unaware that I sit, feet from them behind glass.  They are unknowing of the gift they have given me and I smile as I turn back to the desert of Utah and the plight of the Princess.

©2013 Annette Meserve

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