The Deer Chase

 

The dog has jumped a deer.

He did the same a week ago

and drove the doe just past my arms,

with glance to say I’d missed.

I give no yell or whistle

to call him back to heel

for hunting is his freedom

though he’s never caught a deer.

The thickets block all sight and sound

of hurtling, furry shapes, and so

I wait in silent dusk for him

to trot, all burrs and pants,

in toward the useless man,

who cannot join the chase.

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Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He has had four hundred and fifty stories and poems published so far, and six books. Ed works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he manages a posse of eight review editors.

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