Loft In A Meadow Poem by Cameron Gallant

Loft In A Meadow



Loft in a meadow
Lies a large doe
Soft and lying low
In a field teeming with hunters’ bows

Does it know when it will fall?
Does it know when it will leave its young
Once
And for all

Does it sense something
Deeper than its deepest thoughts
A tiny voice
Saying “Your time is almost up”

(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)

Loft In A Meadow
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,contemporary,human and animal,hunting,nature,sad
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