LESSON the young deer in my yard close enough a few of either his or my steps was all that separated us kept looking at me not sure if he should be frightened and after all here were sweet tender greens every bob of his head showed him thinking what he might have to do to escape every shift of foot showed him apprehending me as a puzzle: danger or not? I waved my arms but this did not decide him I called him fool and too young to know what was good for him but this did not impress I tried growling but it was only when his mother came up and saw me and ran that he ran too