Tag: Harry Hunter
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One Last Autumn Ramble
WITH MY DOG by Harry Hunter, © 2009 Last Leap Anguished Emily Dickinson observed, “A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell—“ (# 165), But today my dog jumped a deer— A well-antlered whitetail buck— That could not leap high at all For the tangle of vines he bounced against, Like a bird trapped…
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Autumn Rambles . . . with my dog
Willow by Galloway Creek by Harry Hunter, © 2009 . . . A cool front this late September afternoon Buffets about a lingering Monarch butterfly On its way down to Mexico for winter. My dog chases rabbits from the river cane Into a planted field of Big Bluestem native grass, Where “turkey foot” seed heads…
