Breakfast in the Country During Hunting Season

by frankhubeny

Three heads of deer hang on the wall
Where diners eat below.
When leaves discolor they will fall.
We age until we go.

Like leaves we’re all connected, too,
But separate at last.
Those deer look young like children who
Got lost when harsh winds passed.

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2 Comments to “Breakfast in the Country During Hunting Season”

  1. Oh that’s sad! And beautiful!

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