Math, history, geography: 55 words

Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, my friend Hedgewitch has insisted that the Flash 55 challenge produce exactly, precisely 55 words, no more, no less: a challenge within a challenge, for me. Last time, I believe I managed 54 words, but I tried to do better this time. Count carefully, Kay, I muttered, et voilá, it's 55 words. Some even rhyme.

Uh-oh, I just noticed Hedge says it is Flash Fiction 55, but mine isn't exactly fictitious. O well, can't win 'em all, and all that.
Sigh.
Next month, Flash 55 will be hosted by one of Hedge's cohorts, either Mama Zen or Fireblossom, whoever comes first.

Mule Deer

when I was fifty-five,

finding myself still alive,

I thought I might strive

for something new.

what did I do?

I left all I knew:

(having packed up everything

that was worth taking)

then made my way

across the Rockies

to the place where the deer

and the antelope play.

(written today,

by Kay)

Pronghorn Antelope

Photos by
Richard Schear