When the Wild Intervenes

Timing is everything
and I am not always in control of my time keeping.

Yet often I find that I am where I need to be
and I see
what at a different hour would have remained unseen.

The rain begins to fall.
A deer enters an urban yard.
Suddenly I am where the wild intervenes.

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