Peace

This evening, 
as it was moving into dusk,
I saw Mama Mama 
and Grandma Grandma 
browsing behind our home.

I went to the refrigerator and found
the wrinkled apple, past its prime 
that I had noticed yesterday. 
I took a knife sliced 
chunks of creamy colored
flesh, not quite crisp 
with red speckled skin.

I threw each deer a piece 
and then two and three.

They nosed through the grass, 
chewed open mouthed
happily, while I,
stood and looked up
at the tall fir trees
against the sky

and felt the peace
I often miss
as I slowly move through
the work of the day.