It’s a moment; one single moment.
A brief span in time.
A backdrop of sunlight, filtered through the trees on a hillside.
A stubborn mist hangs in the air, tiny particles float on nothing.
Then, the sight of a deer; a doe, framed in mid-jump.
Her eyes and nose pointed toward a target I can’t see.
Her thin legs extended in back, drawn tight to her ribs up front.
A faint steam of breath exhaled from her wet black nostrils.