Suburban Deer
Suburban deer are small to begin with
and they fold themselves origami-wise,
all willow stick legs, all so very long necks these delicate white-tail,
to appear most undeer-like,
puzzles of joints and tucks smaller yet,
under the low branches in the way backyard evergreen shrubbery,
the low Gold Mop False Cypress and the Japanese Holly,
to daytime drowse
in the backyards of the houses without fences,
houses without children, without dogs,
eyes closed or closing or barely open
resting until the night,
despite whatever the people hour may say, it is the season
who tells the sun when to leave
and bring the blue flicker shadow glow
to the people’s windows,
They unfold themselves, then,
the suburban deer, unpuzzle themselves back to white-tail
and will graze until the hour before dawn,
on tulips and azalea and every vegetable and peony and
all the prize-winning roses and fruit trees
thinking all the while, slow chewing,
ears rotating to catch even the smallest of small suburban sounds
the suburban deer eat the ornamental and the exotic and they think,
“We were here first. We were always here first.”
Bionote
Robert Masterson, professor of English at CUNY-BMCC in New York City, has authored Artificial Rats & Electric Cats, Trial by Water, and Garnish Trouble. His work appears in numerous publications and he holds degrees from the University of New Mexico, the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics in Boulder, Colorado; and Shaanxi Normal University, the People’s Republic of China, and India.
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