Sunday, December 22, 2013

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.

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