It’s the image of a deer.
Bathed in snow white
It munches in delight.
It’s the image of a deer.
Smells of soil and grass and flower –
Bitter-sweet flowers, wither by the hour.
It’s the image of a deer.
It steps, closer
As if answering a prayer.
It’s the image of a deer.
Brush by gusts-of-grey-air
Mixed with fallen leaves and, warmth of silent blood – all that screams! Beware.
It’s, the image of a deer –
Somewhere, afar, a fire has risen.
A fire … has risen, hence in air warmth hidden –
It’s the image of a deer.
Hearing no movement, the deer stops – its freeze –
And points, its loud … antlers toward bland, bland trees.
It’s – like – the image of a deer.
It sings, of browns … and blacks … and speckles of white –
Like in evenings the burnt, cosmic light.
It’s the image, of, a deer.
It’s so, pretty,
Is it … tasty?
***
It’s … the body of – uh – a deer.
In a pool of sticky red
The heart feels no beating, but, an arrow instead.
It’s the body of … a deer?
Ribs open.
Eyes frozen.
What,
What have you
Done?
