The first shots slammed across the woods at dawn Into my sleep, there taking down my dreams Which can’t be slung into a pickup truck And carried to the processors by noon
Venison is a bit gamey, of course: That’s why they call it game, wild game, then food Blended with pork and spices for Thanksgiving And that’s a nice little dream in itself
Let’s not indulge sentimentality here In forest glades or on china plates – it’s just a deer
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My vanity publications are available on amazon.com as bits of dead tree and on Kindle: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.