Love Letter to the Scout '79/'91 end of vol 2

We are playing hide and seek.
You are hiding
And I am It.

You are cunning
And I’m not sure I can find you out
But I will try.

Perhaps I will spy you
And sneak up on you
Or maybe I will wait you out.

I see you!
Blending into your surroundings
Lithe as an Indian

I turn me into a doe
I will stamp my feet
I will stand frozen in the woods
And you will walk by me
Aware of my presence

I shiver when you approach
It gives me away
And your deep eyes are upon me.