FALLOW DEER, FOREST BIRD
Fallow deer, quick beast, nibble in fear
yellow coat, spots, horns and meat for the
refined wine stuffed slow thoughtful sonneteer.
Eat and write, consume, brood and cross out lines
the ebb and gush of nature stops right here
tiny glass bottles filled with wet colors
perfumes and stinks and always a glass of red wine
for the daydream as twigs are snapped aside to keep
the eyes from being scratched out in such a
dense uncharted woodland where even the birds
must fear getting clobbered in the head from
their own flighty indecision of flying wrong.
How many deer and birds do you see crashing
into trees during a full flight of terror
or are they more quick minded than we are
and never blinded by indecision.
Peter Joseph Swanson
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Comments: 21
Hugs~
(That's okay Apryl, it made you sad too. Alas.)
I loved the ending and hope to see more poetry!
(just kidding - it doesn't exist)
Lovely formatting too. :)