Three Deer in My Yard

Three young bucks, each

sprouting velvet-covered

horns atop a crown,

had quit the woods

for open spaces:

my backyard ...

They had then rested

comfortably in green grass

on rounded tummies

under drizzling rainfall,

and flicked their ears

from time to time,

and chewed fibrous cuds.

In time I noticed them

and watched surreptitiously

from just behind the living-room

window.

One buck said to the others:

"Do not turn around!

I spy a rude bald guy

behind the blinds who watches us.

Perhaps if we ignore him,

he'll go away eventually."

The others merely nodded

in sedate accord.

I watched and watched ...

and watched some more.

Nothing changed. At all.

Then, growing bored, I went

about my normal business.

When next I looked for them,

perhaps an hour'd gone by,

and phooey! they had left.