Deer skull III
hooves thrashing through the creek
In his youth he would run
with a mouthful of green
trying not to choke on his bounty,
get stung by bees,
hooves thrashing through the creek
Run run run
they’ve got a shotgun
You’ve got some plants
you’re no match for that man
who dresses like leaves
buried in mud up to his knees
Gone in the back
of a suburban forest
Mounted on the wall
of the man who yelled at me
as a child
for stepping on his synthetic lawn
But that would happen later
You made it out this time
Fell into the creek
leaves covering you like kelp
fish pass by
watch the strange
four legged creature
breaking the surface
Because your lungs couldn’t take it anymore
And hunter is gone
rifle is gone
no sound of bullets
no silver ricochetting
off the trees
You must find a new pile of leaves
this is the final installment of the deer skull series. I only continued it because comments wanted it! So glad I did! All this from seeing a deer skull in my neighbors yard. I think and hope it will be a fitting way to remember that deers life. RIP wild creature of the forest.
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