A Doe Greeted Me

A doe greeted me yesterday as I drove down the driveway. I slowed to a stop when I saw her.  It seemed, for a second, that she recognized me.  Or maybe it was the tan of my Ford Focus that tricked her into thinking I was some round relative, for she took two hesitant steps forward.  Then, stopping and still intently staring, she reconsidered and bounded into the woods.