SWAMP
DEER
"The
deer went in the swamp. I’m
sure of
it." he said.
But
I could see he was a native
and as such perhaps
Knew
better. So I walked on
up the ridges through
The
swirling, noisy oak leaves,
and later on that morning
Saw
and shot one of the deer
"that went in the swamp."
I
also saw the foot-of-the-mountain
sage walking along quite fast
And,
oh, he tried to act surprised
when he saw what I was dragging past.
Maybe
you can tell me, boy, just
which way they’d go?
"The
deer went in the swamp,
I’m sure of it, I said.