Eva’s Ojibway Deer Day


For the longest while it seemed we would see no deer as promised.
There were just tall trees and woodpeckers.
And grey and white birds I didn’t recognize.
Eva had said she wanted to see deer and woods.
But she loves puddles so the deer weren’t being missed.

Then chicadees joined us and stayed with us.
Each time we’d pause, they’d zip along to the nearest branch.
Each time we’d say hello and Eva would laugh and wonder
why we were so amazed by them, as if chicadees would
just naturally befriend a little group and entertain them.
Of course they would. This is the woods in earliest spring
and the first of hopefully lifelong visits to Ojibway Park.

And then after all that, realizing how far we were
from the beginning, and so hurrying, far through the trees in the wood
Cindy spotted deer. I have exceptional forest vision
and will notice a bird in a tree twenty branches up
and 12 trees away, but I had trouble seeing them.
Another couple was coming up another path and the deer
chose our way to run off from them, encountering our
inordinate friendliness, all 3 ecstatic to see deer
as promised. Nee, as believed! 037

The most charming moment of encountering the deer
was once we all sat back down on the log, and the
deer that liked us more than the other deer which barely warmed to us
and just hung around staring seemingly thinking “humans are nuts”
the friendlier one – who really did seem intrigued by us
moved behind a tree, and would just tepidly
crane the neck round the tree to look at us
each time causing spiels of laughter.
“The deer is hiding but looking at us.”
and the beautiful young deer’s head poped out
at just that moment, spiel again.

Ojibway Park was in grand form, and the thought of it in coming months
blooming into its glorious day, keeping the “species” of life
that Lived Everywhere mere decades ago, at least live there.
Far more lastingly valuable than another ‘development’
when the city is remarkably full of unused space
what is the one thing to be lost but valuable of all?

A place where we can still see where we live.



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