Hiding

I met you in the forest. You were hiding behind trees.
I am not your kind.

Still I felt your presens; silently, communicative eye to eye.
Why are you hiding from mankind?

You don’t have to speak.

A glimpse of your eyes and I understand;
I am not your kind.

The picture is taken in november, in Alstahaug, close to Tjøtta in Nordland, Norway. The area is known to have a lot of theese animals. We wtched each other for a little while. Then he turned and walked further into the forest.