The Deer Stand by John C. Mannone

The Deer Stand
John C. Mannone

Furry platinum clouds
silverstreak the skies
serving up the moon, full
             of gold light.

We hunker down
on pineboard planks, wait
for the bloodstaining
             twilight when they

come out—jagged-tooth
limbs scratch the roof
in shifting air, their creaking,
             a heavy breath
             of wind.

Lead-gray rifle barrels jut out
from shadows, aim
at the howling
             caw of crows
             at the edge

of the woods. No safety
latch, trigger ready,
bullets loaded—
             silver ones
             for the weredeer


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