David McLansky

Rookie - 410 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Deer In My Garden


The deer ate my tulip tops
Sheared them off, their petals cropped;
The blazing reds, the yellow creams,
Have disappeared as in a dream;
I will not hunt down doe and fawn
Catch them as they cross the lawn,
In foggy mist take their life,
Shoot them, skin them with a knife;
I’ve seen the petals through my screens,
At first light bobbing in sunbeams;
The beauty that I chanced upon
Was sufficient in the dawn;
It seared a memory in my brain,
Its’ beauty shall always remain

Submitted: Monday, May 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 07, 2013

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