Reindeer

They came from Ruth’s,

the product of imagination

and empty pockets.

Woodpile walked forth

as bodies,heads, legs.

Twig antlers.

Flattened

Aluminum cans,

Now ears and tail.

Many winters

They  stood

In red neckties

Gazing up the drive,

Waiting for Santa.

Last year Buck

Succumbed,

Legs buckled.

He toppled

Sideways

Watching the sunrise

With wide eyes.

Doe remains

Watchful

Swaying slightly

in heavy winds.

Even Fawn

Braces herself

Wondering

if she may be

Next.