Decision

The deer looks up,
Caught in the headlights of
Life’s path.
Which way should it go?
Quiet,
Calm,
Dignified.
The doe approaches her path
Efficiently,
A logical progression
From A to B.
Then she leaps,
An inadvertent product
Of her kind.
No hesitation,
No broken promises.
She is nothing but herself.
A whisper of awe from onlookers
Hides a kernel of self-doubt,
Turning to a rush of
Condescension on the
Deer itself.