For hunting season.

Lately I am welcomed home with a large herd of mule deer.

I wait for them to move off my road, as if I’m invading their home.

There is truth in that.

Lots of ladies and a few bucks.

And this one, wanted by many to fill their freezers.

I wave “Hello” at my gate, imagining that he is safe in my canyon, hoping to see him again in the morning.

Knowing soon he will be someones’s dinner or stew.