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 […]