Seldom Do I See

Seldom do I see the likes of you
heading down the same path
as me.

We talk and laugh, pass the time of day
never once thinking what has happened
yesterday.

This moment is all we have
Never looking forward to what may come
in future days.

Then I’ll smile, you’ll laugh as we part
no longer sharing the same path
on our separate ways.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Bright Beautiful, Sunny Day

A deer came by my window
She stopped. looked me in the eye
She flicked her tail, twitched her ear
As she listened for danger near by
Then on down the path she went
No longer seen by me
Disappearing into the woods
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.

A few minutes later as I was off to run
There she lay, mortally injured
Unable to run
She heard my voice, so near, so close
Her tail flicked, her ears twitched
She tried once again to run
But her eyes were closed
Nothing worked and there she lay
Dying slowly, dying
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.

A woman in a big Ram truck
Slowed up just to pass the time of day
Not seeming to notice
A deer dying, on the side of the road
Nor if I had called the police
I had, they came, they put her away
I heard the shot, saw her body twitch
I saw her die on the side of the road
That deer who was outside my window
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019