They come
I heard them.
They moved quietly
But I heard them.
Rising up off my haunches
I signalled.
Our two mothers
Gathered up their children.
All looked to me.
Only one young buck
Stood questioning.
This was no time for confrontation
And he knew it.
I glared at him.
He backed down.
I led them all silently off,
Deeper into the forest.
I knew it might not be enough.
They would soon find where we had been.
They were clever,
Not easily put off.
I moved fast
Setting a pace that the weakest could keep up with.
They all followed behind.
They understood.
All we could do was hope.
Opher – 8.9.2020