Monday, June 24, 2013

Scene

Hello, Deer.
  How's your meal?
I have some grass here,
and beer.
Come. Sit a spell.

Spotlight the night, Moon.
  Thank you.
Could you help me
  shoo these raccoons?

Tents like teepees
  not on the ready,
around the grassland,
feed the scavengers.

Bugs in my can,
midnight moonshine.
Oaks around
circle the deer in the middle.

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