Deer

A stir in the aspens,
Caused me to hear.
The sound of some hoofs,
And the move of a deer.

That bounded out there,
From his hiding place.
And from around the growths,
He hastened his pace.

Across the hill,
Like a dancing freak.
His nimble legs,
Made a moving streak.

Going up and up,
On the further rim.
I saw him silhouetted,
In the form of him.

In a few seconds more,
And a few jumps on.
Over the top of the hill,
And then he was gone.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

Yup, busted in the thyme patch outside my laundry room door.