"Waters Wet And Drippy"


                     Tap, tap, tap
On the rotting wood
The sound comes
Antlers on a pine tree
Hooves in the pine needles
Dancing.

The brown eyed waif
Of a soft skinned doe
Quivering in the deerbrush.

                     Tap, tap, tap
A grave buckhorn listens
As he chews on the roots
Of an aged daffodil

                      Tap, tap, tap
On the rotting wood
The hollow tree
Antlers on a dead pine
After the rain falls

                      DeerFuck.

***
Stephen Morse 1972



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