Deer Story

Deer Story

A Poem by Christy Sargent

I look out of my kitchen window
past the clubhouse and the school across
the way. There, a stand of pine trees shiver
from side-to-side under rain clouds, gray curls
that form a sodden backdrop for the wavering trees.
A chocolate wind picks up spinning dirt over the barren meadow
and there, beneath the shaky pines, a group of somber faces with pointy
ears and staring eyes watch as their homestead is demolished. 
Their beds are scratchy pine needles 
wringing wet from the downpour. Sharp enough to pierce hide.
I saw one limping the other day, unable to keep up. 
Today, they have been silent, vigilant from their prickly beds
as a big yellow Cat sinks its front loader into their grange
digging, digging. Another Cat with long yellow neck and sharp teeth
lifts titanic boulders from the yielding range dumping them into
a pile where they will be broken, blasted into small lumps. The noise! The noise!
Pounding and constant.
Another yellow Cat. This one moves slowly, little by little, 
a snail's pace drubbing the earth, hammering the dirt down
readying it for the foundation of a brand new "facility." 
Today, rain caused progress to halt, a stay. 
But the meadow is gone.
The deer. The deer.

© 2016 Christy Sargent


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Christy Sargent
Christy Sargent

Flagstaff, AZ



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I live near the red rocks of Sedona, AZ in the Verde (green) Valley. For me, writing has become addictive. I write about my life and my encounters. I write poetry and stories dealing with good and ba.. more..

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