The old one moves forward
along the narrow path.
For a moment,
the young one lingers behind.
The path is narrow.
There is room for one.
Then, quietly,
he chooses to follow
the same trail.
— Sënka_
The most important choices
are made in silence.
The old buck senses a gaze on him.
He slowly stops eating
and turns his head.
He looks at him, for a moment,
with quiet interest.
The young buck tenses slightly.
Will he be aggressive?
Chase him away?
Or simply ignore him?
The moment stretches,
longer than it should.
Then the old buck steps closer,
close enough to catch his scent.
There is no threat.
Quite the opposite.
Something in his gaze shifts, softens—
as if something unseen
had just begun to connect them.
— Sënka_
Some encounters
don’t need to be understood.
Only felt.