not a hunter
Not a Hunter
Every morning, the train that took him to work
through a landscape harassed by Man
he saw a deer watching the train as it did
every morning
The deer's eyes reflected the morning sky
making the landscape eerily beautiful
He marked the spot, and on a Sunday, when
the train was not running, driving to the spot
to see if the animal was there,
it appears the deer also took Sunday off
He took free from work on a Monday to
see the deer, the weather was of slight
rain, the ruined landscape appeared in black
and white, but the animal was there
He shot the deer through its heart, hoping
his nightmare would end
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2024
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