across mountain meadow
lone mule deer grazes with a vengeance
muzzle chewing furiously
he grabs subsistence as if they were
the last grasses they
might be for we
have been careless and crumbling altogether
blind to brother earth there is a song
sung
in each act committed there
are verses
and choruses we all commit to memory
the mule deer knows the song the meadow
hears the song each day echoing off the
mountain walls across mountain
meadow
mule deer still grazes we are still careless
but if we listen we can hear the song
echoing around and
sing along
