Near the woods a deer stands motionless; his family waits across the street.
I veer off the sidewalk, cautiously approach. He’s startled by the move. His black eyes lock onto mine. He could rear up, deliver a kick to my head. Or, I could jump onto his back, reach around his neck, and strangle him.
When I’m too close, he stomps his forefoot. Not intimidated, I raise my arms and inch closer.
He lowers his head, readying his small but sharp antlers.
“Boo!” He darts into the woods. “That’s right scaredy-cat, run.”
Good thing, I’m not in the mood to kill.