deer
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Surrounded by natural beauty, God’s greatest creation…
In the absence of urban ruckus and cacophony…
Crickets lull us to sleep, whippoorwills herald the dawn
Driving down the road at night
A deer jumps out in a fright
I stared at Death in this guise
And saw They have big doe eyes
The deer kept left and I kept right
I took a breath; I was spared that night.
Dear Deer,
My deepest apologies for stopping you here.
I simply noticed something simple
Dearest Deer: so blue and bright,
Through the blackness of the night,
Pierce your dreaded, azure eyes,
to me, from the middle of the road.
I saw her standing in the grass
On a cold autumn morning,
Hunching over plants in silence
In a corner of my backyard.
I saw the ears on her head
With want I watch the hunter and his dear.
His delight; unfaltering, does not cease.
A mere goodbye; you help me in my fleece-
Out to the woods, to the cold morning’s air.
The whispers chirped all through the air,
The trotting deer, the hopping hare.
They moved with swiftness that was so divine,
But then nature settled into one dismal line.
This one is true; but I’m sure you’ve heard it before.
The story goes that I was walking in the hallway of my school,
and as I passed through the galleria, I saw a good-sized boy lying on the ground.
His pale skin burning in the sun
Is all that people see
But then at night when darkness comes
He changes completely.
The Hunter’s Dilemma
The hunter is a proud person
Proud of where he comes from
Proud of what he does
And proud of what he has done.
