Here is my poem for last week’s poetry prompt, Wildlife:
I see your steady stroll
along the side of the road,
the steep hillside that we’re on,
the sun rising down below.
You draw closer as I pedal
but you do not break your stride.
I see the details of your antlers,
now so close, I see your eye.
You glance in my direction
but you do not jump or veer.
How many bicycles rode by you
before you gave up on your fear?
Yet I know we both stay wary
of what goes rushing by,
we are confident yet vulnerable,
a careless serve and we could die.