Wall Mount

The rest of the deer from that stage in time,

On that far away rolling ranch,

Have now ceased to be, dying by

Cottonwood, outcrop, or a Dead Horse branch.

 

One buck from that era of western time,

A non-typical one that fall,

Still “lives” on, in a sense you’d say,

Majestically, he hangs on my den wall.

                – eab, 9/24/08