Thursday, November 28, 2013


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


Luster said...

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,

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