On Communication
Shaking, trembling,
the three-week old fawn huddled in the thicket.
How many wolves were there?
Three, four, five?
It didn’t matter.
They just kept circling,
closer, closer,
their ravenous eyes fixed upon her.
What was that rustling behind her?
Too frightened to move,
she made herself as small as possible
and shut her eyes.
Suddenly the air was rent by a long, earth-shaking snarl.
The wolves froze, then were gone.
As she lifted her head, barely able to breathe,
she was startled to feel a gentle nudge in her back.
Her head jerked around to see Mother Doe standing beside her.
With a wink Mother whispered,
“It always helps to know another language.”
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