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privileged
“Oh! I’m sorry; I did not mean
to disturb you. I just stepped out
onto my back porch to put this seed
into the bird feeder, forty – fifty – sixty
beautiful elk. As soon as feed them
I’ll go back inside.”
they watched—one a mere twenty feet
beyond me in my lower field—watched
but granted me the privilege
of stepping out and then right back in
without interrupting their feeding
then i watched them
from my dining room window