The ways we get pleasure.

Twice this week I’ve approached a deer. While riding my bicycle. Came within 5 feet of the doe. Could almost have reached out and touched her. She was standing just off the edge of the road. I slowed my bicycle. In the hopes of not frightening her. And she remained still. Looked at me. As I breezed by. Next time, I’ll stop. And whisper sweet nothings. She’s an extraordinary deer. Because she didn’t run away. Maybe she’s too tame for her own good. She won’t survive the hunting season this autumn. She’ll be easy prey. Makes me think. About the ways we get pleasure. Some by embracing beautiful life. Others by killing it. And eating the flesh. –Jim Broede