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.

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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, Sep. ‘08