The sun lowers its tinged light below the tree line
The light that spreads in the field I stand is faint withering
The night is entering and I invite it, but dusk is not at rest

I pull the rough fabric of the jacket tighter around me as the cold breaches my skin
Sit and stare into the last light of the sun and rest my heart on vibrant colors that dance across the sky
My heart is glad

As light fades quickly I stand to make it back before dark
A rustle in the field
There across the freshly cut field of grain stands a creature

His Antlers reach out and he stands with his head held high as he too stares into the dusk of the Sun
Shaking his head left to right he bends down to fight his hunger
Fur the lays on his warm body is a hazy brown and flows in the wind

I stir and he lifts his head to look at me, but is not startled
He looks at me proudly and accepts my presence with peace
It seems as if he bows his head and walks on across the expanse of the field

In silence we part
As I walk a few feet away I hear in the distance
A sound disturbs me more than I wished it to
A loud and violent breathtaking
POW!!!