The Deer Lawn
Adorned in horns that splay out,they make a feast of grass.
With peril fragmented,
deer take up grazing.
From flopped heads
they eat with inaudible composure.
Clapping leaves
and crouching stalkers
breaking and separating unkempt grass
possess the air,
and across a field
a swarm of birds impel
from the ground,
wings ripping open,
beating against their bodies.
Disturbed, the deer
mindlessly run from a severe sound
made to impair and muddle.
They dart off one another,
angled off trunks,
colliding and parting,
leaving herd tendencies
a fantasy for the idle.
A doe heaves on the valley's floor.
The sky leans over her
as she looks upon it,
trying to pull reason from it's belly.
Poetry by Christin Brennan
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Written on 2011-08-04 at 17:19
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