Headlights pierced the gathering fog
and swept the side ditch and the
barbed wire fence.
Hypnotized by the sameness of nothing—
the fallow fields of winter—
I reached for the radio dial when out of the gloom
a lurching figure appeared.
All legs—a wendigo?—chase curtailed?
The headlights pierced the jellyfish eyes
of the crazed creature, its back legs snared
on the barbed wire of the fence.
Hung with weight, the doe lunged for freedom
over and over like the pendulum of a clock.
Her companions having long since
cleared the fence.
It's open link weekend at Earthweal and the forum stays open until midnight. Lots of time!
Happy Sunday Funday from the sweltering Thumb of a changing world.
2 comments:
Gah! I can see her, thrashing desperately, and hope someone came to help her. So well written! I could not only see her, but feel her desperation and panic.
Thanks Sherry,
I can still see it. I was on my way to work and this was before cell phones. That's how long ago!!
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