That deer knew it last night
Tender things are caught up
In the middle
Gas and fire, and
A fallen martini glass from outside awakes us. One or two
From a party which passed earlier.
Turbulences unseen, windows rattle as planes pass over
Angels soar through polluted skies as flames do-obedient to their nature.
But with their headphones on this time, listening
Only to heaven’s songs.
Still a young deer by herself , still willing to venture, comes near a city-that
Is, my back yard, three feet from my bedroom window,nudging the grill with her wet nose-
Hungry and watching us try to sleep into another dream.
And she walks away amazed
At no grazing grounds
To be found
On a cold night
In autumn.
When even the ground
Is rumbling, and maybe grumbling.
All I could think
When I finally got awake
Was of being at 911-some sort of preamble; and then,
how can I feed the deers
While we wait.
By morning,
All I could think
Was how 911
came just before fall. And how that deer
Knew it all
Last
Night.