that's just the wild wood
nature poetry
Wednesday, July 14, 2021
On the way home from town
(from) Deer Stolen by William Stafford
Deer have stood around our house
at night so still nobody knew,
and waited with ears baling air.
I hunt the still deer everywhere,
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