“The White-Tailed Morning” by JD DeHart

“The White-Tailed Morning” by JD DeHart

Neighbors talked about poison and buckshot
To shoo the deer away, sending them away
In showers of rust crimson and choking sound
Their hooves even punched the lining
Of the saved-for and wanted yard pool

We paid no mind to their words of caution
Their threats to the wildlife until, rising one morning
We sat at the round dark wood table, sipping espresso
Watching the parturition of the new day

Then noticed the figure, his hooves scampering
In animal fashion, his upper body, torso
That of a man, and the twin ram’s horns erupting
From the very human-looking temples.

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is available on Amazon. DeHart’s blog is jddehartwritings.blogspot.com.