Breakfast in the Country During Hunting Season

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

Wild Ballet

 

Wild Ballet

Today I was witness
to Baryshnikov and Nureyev
in a wild ballet. Such grace!
Such nerve! Such beautiful leaps
as they chased each other
across the meadow stage.

The Supper I Dream

I am a deer
In spotted young fur
But I do not run
I stitch a sweater
For my supper with the lion
On that cold snowy night
When he retires, with a tearful eye