Monday, February 18, 2013

Wary Visitors


When winter parcels out its light, deer appear at the fringes of the day. 





























The sun's first rays warm their thick coats and turn their whiskers into strands of light.  

They browse nervously, snapping to attention at every hint of danger. 































One false sound, and, tails up, they flee to the cover of the woods. 

They come again at evening; 

their shadows lengthen and spread into the darkness that gives them shelter.




In His hand is the life of every creature
and the breath of all mankind.
Job 12:10



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