the young deer in our yard

its dark eyes mimic depth
but carry all the understanding
of the shrub it munches
not a brilliant animal
but still it's peaceful repose makes me want to take a page
from its book (vacuous though it may be) and stand,
near thoughtless,
in the cool air
thinking only thoughts of eat
breathe
munch
crunch
walk
nap
blink
a shaman in its own right
"clear your mind and think of nothing"
down to a science