Herd
On another day a field
or two over from here
eight or so more so it’s not easy
to tell since winter is
yet & will be for weeks
more (but the snow has been
called back by the lengthening
presence of the sun
and all the run off that comes
with it) and all that is
dun all that is blonde
and blonde’s kin is this herd’s
safe place beneath
the bare trees stationed
at the base of the hill.
A horde
of acorn was all season
below the snow, and now
the deer are mostly noses
& slow considerate ruminates.
Some are soon
to lamb close to this spate
of oak & maple density.
Their months ago surrender
to rut has proofed.
Soon: loosed.

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