Hungrily Walk On

by O'Hara

As daylight wanes, I find a fresher track in the newly fallen snow. I have to follow it. We meander through a harvested cornfield, the windswept field barely registering the deer’s movement. The trail leads to a wooded valley, the wind slowing against the trees, grass, and under brush. The snow collects and drifts.

eyes search to and fro
and my breath drifts away
story in the snow

It’s nose leads the deer to an oak twig rising above the layer of snow. It’s tracks lead me. Different times of our lives on this earth, yet on somewhat the same mission.

hungrily walk on
no acorns in their caps
or deer in the larder

oak twig

Joseph Casey, ©2013.