By Old GP Road
the fawns mom stares at us while we hunt them
with our eyes or camera
her babies graze without fear of us
we be-knight them the freezer meat twins
though their spots have yet to fade
the river is a boon companion
ever present, ever murmuring
down here is not the city nor the county
never is there ever a patrol
to chase the bear or hear the fox or find the catamount that stalks the woods
I will miss this sanctuary when I leave
but we are only guests in someone else’s house
This was written as part of a creative writing class I took in Fall 2020 at Mendocino College.
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