10/19

In that corner of the field three deer startled, leap
Into the pine stand, white tails flagging, quickly
Out of sight.

But not hearing, as brush crackles beneath hooves
And breath snorts in huffs from their exertions,
Then all quiet.

Except the hum of combines a mile across the river,
Of small birds chittering over golden bean fields, of
My heart thumping.