There is a doe standing in my meadow.
She is very still; wary, all the defensive skills nature gave her are heightened now. A predator was nearby, she knows; his scent was in the air when she arrived, a bit less now.
The urge to run is always close, yet she knows that to run now is to die.
Panic and exhaustion will be her undoing,
so for now she waits.
and sees everything.