Suburban Deer

On the sidewalk. On the patio.
     From the backyard bushes.
          Doe and fawn leap 
               toward open space to see 
                    my young—
bright-eyed and sleek
     in camouflage Carters—
          fling away forever silver 
               water guns and cheer. 
                    What clapping
the heart makes
    in these close quarters
        of hill and hedge,
            the sky its own loud audience
                of shine.