waiting by a tree

i saw a squirrel
after eight or ten days
of walking in the summer woods
and i was very alone.
once, just as i was about to rest,
i saw a knife mark on a birch tree.
it was your name alongside an engraved date, but
no other message was apparent.
and it was a very old tree, and tall.
standing there, i heard a fleeing deer and glimpsed it's white tail bouncing
through nearby brush.
it did not return my look,
but it might have been near the birch tree before i arrived.
then i sat for hours where the brown grass was flat, waiting for my lover.
instead, a Siamese cat, too fat for a painting, came increasingly closer.
i guessed the cat was hungry and somehow knew i was hungry, too.
i like to sit outdoors.