If Deer Could Speak

another 2013 poem

If deer could speak

Yes, we are eating, well, grazing.
It is Autumn, so we search underneath
fallen leaves for moss and mushrooms.
And you, are you an artist or a hunter?  
Humans come in two types, you know –
observers and destroyers of life
in its natural state. We have watched you
come and go, observers, artists, painters,
poets, and hunters, for sport and for sustenance,
killers of deer, killers, and murderers
of your own kind, your own selves.
Yes, we’ve watched humans, in the woods,
killing their own selves. Deer would never do
such a heinous thing – we are different.  
But on this Autumn day, today, we graze
for food. Isn’t it time for your lunch?  

September 2, 2013