Morning Date

By Thomas R. Thomas

the bush shakes
the morning dew
shimmers as
it falls, shining
in the sun

she stops
in the path

brushing
her long
black hair
from her eyes

pulls her
sunglasses
off

slips them
into the
black bra strap

crouches down
to the bush

brown doe eyes
stare up at her

struggles in
the bush

the doe shakes

she pulls
the blade
from the
sheath strapped
to her thigh

slowly brings
the blade
firm in
her grip
to the bush

the doe shakes

she smiles

swiftly she
swipes down

the doe
runs free

she smiles