Always something there...

NEW YORK ROUTE 17K, somewhere about a mile east of Route 17. Gentle hill, on the upslope, woods on either side and maybe a lake to the right, and over the crest are a bunch of puzzling, dancing, greenish-brown lights, about a dozen, dim but piercing, bobbing, disappearing and reappearing. They all disappear without the bright lights, then reappear, multiplied, with the brights back on...

Cresting the hill slowly now, and the lights are fixed, and then bodies grow behind them, in the middle of the road, one, two, three, what, maybe seven or eight, standing to one side, then fanning out slightly across the road, watching the other lights, waiting, and are there more behind them? Who knows, but there's nothing to do but wait...

And finally the biggest one, on the left, no longer interested, raises and turns his head and canters off to the left, and the other six or seven turn their heads and canter off behind, and the road is clear again, leaving just the guy in the car, his heart pounding...

Oh, deer.