The Sense

by Jordan Bebee

Sports Winner

The sense,
you know it right away.
Don’t move—
don’t even blink.
If you take a breath, they’ll know.
The sense that a deer has just stepped into your area of the woods—
yours, you claim it as if you have any right to claim nature.
Deer have the sense, too,
ready to take flight at the slightest sound.
They are always looking,
ears perked, listening for the first sign that they are not alone.
They can feel it in their bones,
but so can I.