“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

Gradually realizing that the  dog’s barking was not in some convoluted dream or in my head,  I did my best to shush it.  “What are you doing? ”  Buddy continued to bark.  What time is it? I blinked back my drowsiness and squinted at the clock beside me. 2:35 am.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

“STOP it!”

I threw the layers of quilted warmth off me and dashed into the next room where Buddy had jumped up, his face pressed closely up against the glass of my French door, overlooking the neighbor’s side yard.

“What are you barking at, boy?”

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

“Shshsh! Shuush! C’mon! We don’t want to wake up everyone, do we? What do you see out there?”

As if seriously contemplating my question, Buddy paused.

I flipped on the light to the kitchen, then quickly switched it off. If he were barking at any bad guys or killers, I’d just alerted them to the fact I was onto them.

“Woof! Woof! Grrrrr!” Buddy started up again. He sounded more menacing. His breath steamed up the window.

I gulped. The icy hand of fear clutched at my insides.

Come on. This is Girard, Pennsylvania.

"In a flash of splendor, I saw a buck. Then, he turned and ran into the darkness."

Out past the garden a movement caught my eye for the briefest of moments. Just there under the streetlight on the adjacent street. Two eyes? The feeling of being watched.

“Grrrrrrr! Woof! Woof! Grrr!”

Someone is watching us!

Then….

A form leaped straight into the arc of light. There, silhouetted against a black sky and the newly falling snow,  stood an enormous deer – a majestic buck! He remained stationery, seeming to lock eyes with Buddy for a few moments, then in two bounds disappeared off into the darkness.

I exhaled slowly and let my heart rate slow down.

Oh, God, did you orchestrate that moment in time just for me?

I am so fortunate to be surrounded by nature. I leave my back door and head down a hill on a paved road. At the foot of the hill to the left lies a large pond where ducks congregate in the spring. The deer have plenty of foliage where they can hide in the woods and drink from streams of water throughout. After I pass the pond, veering to the left is a simpler, dirt road that winds through the woods like a single trail down a series of hills and gentle streams that open up to a small  park with footpaths leading to a narrow water front facing a cliff.

On really lucky days along our walks to the park, Buddy and I used to spot the deer dart across the street by the pond and into the woods. In winter, I sometimes noticed their hoof marks along the foot of my driveway. That, alone, sent me into shivers of delight.

But to see a beautiful buck like that steal into the night when it was so close to spring- well, that was really a gift. Like many other people  in northwest Pennsylvania eager for the snows to be gone, I’d been bemoaning the new onslaught of snow each day. After all, St Patrick’s Day had come and gone. I was ready for green grass and clover.

But it was the snow that brought out the buck…

Thank you, Lord! Let me always appreciate special moments of beauty you bring to me, whenever they arrive. Thank you for my alert companion who, even in the quiet of the night, could still sense the presence of an outsider.

Not only do I feel blessed, I feel protected.

A Buck Steals into the Night
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2 thoughts on “A Buck Steals into the Night

  • March 22, 2013 at 5:45 pm
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    Dear amy..so many people, with your problems, would have given up or cursed the Lord or worse. Thank God for your courage, that gives all of us hope. Hope and faith that our Father loves us and shows us beauty every day. Perhaps just a flower, or a buck, the beauty is there if we only really see into our hearts. Have a blessed day

  • April 9, 2013 at 10:51 am
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    Gloria,
    Yes! That’s it. God does give us something beautiful each day.
    Thank you for your comment and your encouragement!
    Amy

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