Deer Season
Sycamore shadows spread over the world
as I sit next to the dry tongue of Sunday Creek
and watch for shooting stars. Above me,
the moon climbs into its night-time blind
to hunt the cloudless dark for meteors.
A screech owl sails silently over furrows
freezing rabbits in the fallow field below.
Silo lights from surrounding farms blink on
as thickets whisper the approach of deer.
Suddenly, distant gunshots pepper the air.
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Kip Knott is a writer, poet, teacher, photographer, and part-time art dealer living in Delaware, Ohio. His most recent book of poetry, The Misanthrope in Moonlight, is available from Bottlecap Press. You can follow him on Instagram at @kip.knott and read more of his work at kipknott.com.
