Demise Of A Deer In A Town With No Dead Wagon

 

Day One
she’s resting comfortably in the fescue along highway eleven

Day Two
her eyes are stalled in perpetual blink: she doesn’t see so good

Day Three
birds fly new patterns in a western georgia sky

Day Four
they rest atop and on the fenceposts near

Day Five
she’s inside out
(and so am i).

***

A repost.  Julia reminded me.

2 Responses to “Demise Of A Deer In A Town With No Dead Wagon”

  1. Karen Todd Says:

    Is sad…why…God’s plan?

  2. Well, it’s that kind of awful that is also so fascinating and soul-stirring, isn’t it? To look death in sweet animal eyes?

    I think that no matter how many dead animals I see, there is that part of me, that god part of me, that just won’t believe it. I like it better there, that way.

    I love the way you wrote this one.

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