A Deer

I see his antlers through a gap in the trees. His big brown eyes, Soft yet Piercing, Calling out silently.

I cannot help but follow, Hands outstretched.

He sees me

As I step through the bramble A thorn catches on my cheek. I gasp, cup my hand across the wound. When I raise my eyes

He is gone. Perhaps ran away into the mire Or whisked away by the spirits of the forests. His brown eyes Still blink into mine. I feel the velour of his antlers Against my hands.

“Come back”

I will whisper into the branches.

Blood runs down my cheek

I’ve already broken his promise.

— Caitlin Cottrill ’26, English