The doe steps out of the woods

Sees me then stops

And watches

I stop and wave her forward

As if deer knew “go” signs

And I watch


The doe steps across the path

Stares me down

And waits

I think—You are safe

(As if deer can read minds)

And I wait


The doe’s white tail twitches

And out steps her fawn

And I watch the spotted child

Play-prance on the path

Nuzzle its tender mother

Their shuddery bodies wed


And they vanish





About Eugene Jones Baldwin

I am a writer: non-fiction, fiction, journalism (Alton Telegraph), essays (The Genehouse Chronicles) and have a website: I've published a couple dozen short stories and had eleven plays produced. Current projects: "Brother of the Stones" (available on Kindle), a book of short stories; "The Faithful Husband of the Rain, short stories"; "A Black Soldier's Letters Home, WWII,;" "There is No Color in Justice," a commentary on racism; "Ratkillers," a new play. I am an avocational archaeologist and I take parts of my collection of several thousand Indian artifacts (personal finds) to schools, nature centers, libraries etc. and talk about the 20,000 year history of The First people in Illinois. (See link to website) I'm also a playwright (eleven plays produced), musician, historian (authority on the Underground Railroad in Illinois, the Tuskegee Airmen) and teacher.
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