Last night as I was driving home I saw a large buck in my yard. It was so perfect in its beauty that it seemed, for a moment, to be more probable that it was a statue of a deer someone put in my lawn while I was away than the live majestic thing I seemed to be be staring at. Eye to eye we looked at each other, he and I, until this piece of art calmly turned and walked away into my backyard. I don't know if he was real, yet.
