A Good Day

Dew still lay on the grass when he broke from the trees. The fresh cut meadows spread wide before him, dotted with bales of hay. He trotted out into the open and his body warmed by the sun. It would be hot today - not now, but later when the sun was high overhead. He would sleep in the brambles then; but for now ... it was time to run! He ran and ran weaving among the bales. Venturing out into the fields in daylight could be dangerous, but today he did not care. It was a day to run! Half way across, he quickened his pace. Was it foolish to take such a chance? He ran on and on ... his heart pounding, muscles burning. As the forest drew near, he flew across the ground in great bounding leaps - not to flee some imagined pursuer, but simply because he could. He was a young buck in full stride, and it was a good day to be alive.