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Sunday, September 18, 2022

A Dark Shining

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.


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Happy Sunday Funday from the sweltering Thumb of a changing world. 

2 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

Yvonne Osborne said...

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!!