Ulf Kirchdorfer: Naturerama

Eyes of deer in the dark

where they have come out

on the moonlit pasture,

venturing out just a little farther

than they and I are used to.

A 12-point buck and his lady

companions, as euphemistic

and relationship-defining

as my Uncle Claudius’s

carrying on in stonewalled

Elsinore, where the floors

were covered by deerskins

while candles lit not softly

as he engaged with is ladies

on moonless nights, no

music of the wind or frogs,

just bellowing Claudius, Ribbit.

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