The Deer’s Cry

I wonder if you hoped I wouldn’t tell
I saw you stealing the tender shoots
grown beside my driveway;
I wonder if you know what we’re like
when we see things
we’ve never seen before.
As if the dogs weren’t bad enough.
Now all the neighbors will want
to say they’ve seen a deer
puncturing the sod,
scatting in their yard.

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