Blind Poem by Chloe Evangeline

Do you hear it?
The tiniest cracking of a twig
as we walk in the forest.
No, of course you don't.
You are talking.
Loudly, you are talking.
Not paying attention, never really
seeing what I see.
A deer,
far off,
I know I cannot show you;
cannot make you see.
I silence you,
at least this you heed,
and I alone
creep barefoot through the trees,
raise my bow,
and pause.
Behind the deer
a doe, I see now,
are two more deer.
A proud buck,
and a small fawn.
I cannot bear to take the doe,
no, I cannot bear.
I see in them the beauty of this forest,
the life in the stillness,
as they pass.
Someday maybe,
one of them will fall to me,
but today i watch them go.
And now,
now of all the times,
you see.
You finally see what i could not describe.
What I could not show you.
What lies in the heart of
The Forest.