fawn

my daughter spots a fawn from our car

we drive closer and take a picture

careful–not too close

stay safe, little fawn

until your mother returns

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ants

I have encountered this site many times in my life

walking home from school, usually

a stray piece of bread draws them in

(but sometimes I don’t know why they have piled together

they just do it)

I always have to touch it, making the pile writhe and squirm

seeing the tiny creatures panic in mass

I always have to stare, fascinated

until I finally squish them with the toes of my shoe

and move on.

elk

the picture is better than the experience:

the experience seemed manufactured and unreal,

a cold seat with a mediocre tour guide–

and the fact that I had a tour guide ruins the whole thing.

so ignore the experience.

the picture works.