I am awake before six, a bad dream about a good friend or well someone who used to be a friend but then that is why I had the dream. I think it will be a good morning for a walk to the park, the birds are singing. I lie awhile longer thinking of the doe I saw crossing the off ramp the other morning as I was headed home from an early morning trip to the grocery store. She crossed and noticed me, stopping, I thought there might be others and slowed. She looked at me and turned and looked behind her on the other side of the road from where she was. I put on my hazard lights and stopped. She looked at me again and then behind her once more, she flicked her ears and two spotted fawns crossed. After she had gone down the embankment I slowly passed, she looked at me and bowed her head just a little. You are welcome Momma, I say, I won’t hurt your babies. As I lie in bed it starts to drizzle. Well at least I can put on my new rain coat and walk the dog, I will have to put a towel by the door before I leave. The birds are still singing. For some odd reason I begin to think of Dumbo clutching a crow feather in his trunk and trying to fly. It starts to pour. I guess no walk for me today. I get up and make myself a pot of coffee.
