With the Deer

On the hill there stands a battered home,

all alone

It’s late but still the lady waits,

by the gate

The sea has flattened all the trees,

with its breeze

No bark, they resemble human bone,

hear them moan?

 

She can hear the gravel crunching wheels,

and their squeals

The deer dash into a the wood,

she understood

Why they’d come so far tonight,

 forgone white

She wished she too could flee in fear,

with the deer

 

On the hill there stands a battered home,

all alone

It’s late but still the lady waits,

by the gate