I will preface this poem
with the statement
I am inebriated
(but the play opened tonight
and we had the cast party
and I have nothing until noon tomorrow
fight me)

I got to my driveway,
safe,
sound,
and still pleasantly warm
to a two-pointed buck
a few feet out of the woods.

He met my eyes.

We chatted,
or at least I rambled
in a shoddy excuse
for an Irish accent.

He flicked his ears a lot.

I'd consumed too strong a beer
to be out long
talking to deer
so I made my farewell.

He turned away before I did,
striding towards the darkness of the woods.
Bit by bit,
shadows swallowed him up,
even the bright white of his coloring underneath.

I had an honest to God
Disney Princess moment.