Topic: In a Field

Chewing, contentedly,
dull-eyed, docile,
quietly ignorant
of impending fate.
Shoulder to shoulder,
head and antlers above,
with a muscle twitching
perfect paranoia,
there are deer
among the cattle.

Hank's prosepctive gutiar player said: "Mr Williams, I'm not sure I can play for you, the onliest chords I know are C D & G"
Hank repleis, after a short pause: "Well, what else is there?"

Re: In a Field

I take this as an event coming..something out of the natural order of things. deer among the cattle..that doesn`t happen. just my thought. goodwork.   Lane

Re: In a Field

smart deer, especially if's it's hunting season..    nice poem


badeye   cool

one caper after another