Young Child Shoots Her Deer Poem by Bill Grace
Young Child Shoots Her Deer
My central Adirondack brother
tells me of his granddaughter's
first deer.
How after she had killed him
she stroked the still animal
and assured its soul
that he was still her deer.
How strange this tale seems
now that I live
in evening dusks among them
Even the dog's fast moves
upset tranquility.
They are at dusk
my deer too
gun at home
I shoot my pen
the bullets - words
that mark this spot.
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