Looking for trouble is serious
business for white tail deer
in the frosted Indiana
fields. They amble deftly
in a black and white world
dotted by orange hunters
only barely aware
their swelling bellies tighten,
waiting for the spring.
“Deer” was printed in Hawthorne Road, No. 2 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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