Thursday, November 28, 2013

DEER SEASON ~









Deer Season




If I am a deer

No one will find me


I’m gone —


There are still places
No one man has been
 


I would turn the color of oak leaves
When I move into sunlight I am sunlight

 

As always I will hear the voices of
Hunters breaking through the woodlot

 

They sound lost
Look disfigured

 

I can standstill for as long as 
It takes for them to walk by

 

I’m invisible —

 

The deepness 
Of lakes




____________________

Bob Arnold




photo : peter miller



2 comments:

Luster said...

Bob,
Tis the season here. The boys got two weeks off from school, one week for Fall Break (code for deer season) and a week for Thanksgiving (code for deer season). They bagged their limit of cartoons and treasure-hauling excursions like the one that yielded the cow skull that now adorns the fence post.

stay young,
mike

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Ah, Mike,

never a dull moment in the Arkansas roost!

Not many pin their horns and antlers onto exterior barn walls anymore because there aren't the barns of once upon a time. Although while something is being caught, something is running free
all's well, Bob