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Return of the Doe #7 Poem a Day

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The Return of the Doe

I

From the far side of the fence

she looked at me

still as stone, silent as air,

not a flinch,

her nut brown coat in contrast

with the lush spring grass where

in summer she would blend.

Deep as the forest her lashed eyes

were alert and wide in wonder. Belly swollen

she had come home to birth.

 

She looked at me.

Her gaze locked with mine.

“I know! I’m a Mom too,” my heart cried,

“but I still can’t let you in.”

Ears lifted and seemed to hear my silent words,

she looked at me

then slowly began to graze.

 

II

At the edge of the meadow

she appeared

and approached the fence

knowing I stood near.

Almost disguised

by the brown grass of summer

twin spotted fawns stood like stone

waiting for a signal from their mother.

As if she had brought her babes

for me to see she looked at me,

I smiled

then she twitched her ear

and they disappeared.

 

III

Once her haven from a harsh world,

now denied her,

this early Spring

the doe returned with her young

and trespassed.

She slipped inside

through an open gate.

Unnoticed,

they chose a place to graze.

 

Unaware of the uninvited

guests I turned my dogs loose for a run,

my wolf dog and his kennel mate.

Within seconds

the young deer fled

and hurdled the downhill fence

while the doe was spotted, stalked, and cornered.

The dogs approached

from opposite directions

without hesitation they attacked.

She was brought to her knees,

then to the ground

as fangs tore at her throat

and her hide was savagely ripped

from the back of her neck

to the base of her spine.

 

Hoe in hand,

screaming ignored commands

I pulled the snarling,

blood spattered dogs from the downed deer

and kenneled them.

 

The pain crazed doe

looked at me

then rose and charged

the kennel.

Razor sharp hooves slashed forward

while her hide flapped behind her like a cape.

but her injuries

soon defeated her

and she took off into the woods

I looked for her.

- - - Judi Van Gorder

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I swear I posted this poem here before but I can't find it anywhere and I wanted to add it to my archive page. Part I was one of my very first poems. I added Part II and Part III as they happened. I don't know if Part III is really a poem but it finishes the cycle. And since I spent a lot of time yesterday revising Part III I am counting it as my Poem of the Day for US National Poetry Month.

 

 

~~Tink

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