Young Buck

Young Buck padding down street, rain pattering like feet; solar wind.


*Last week I was in a neighborhood when out from the landscaping a young buck came out into the street and around the corner. He looked at me, unsure, and decided to keep going. I rolled down my window, which made him stop again. He decided to keep walking, though, apparently whatever lay beyond was worth the risk. As he walked passed, I was shocked at how completely silent he was. I was in awe and also felt inspired to reach such abilities!

Author: Buddhadoshā

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