Deer Reader

I confess, Deer Reader, I did not expect to find you here among the tall trunks of these ancient tomes. What behooved you to wind your way through the dusty dogwood leaves to this long-forgotten place?

I fear I disturbed you, your gentle grazing, and the glossy leaves of the open field atlas all now disappearing, gone into the fading light

“Get it? I’m a literate animal”