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  • I forgot to tell you,
    that just after sunrise
    on the day after
    hunting season ended,
    a buck and a doe appeared
    at the edge of the forest.
    In the tangle of branches around
    the base of the old apple tree
    they gleaned and foraged
    for frost covered apples
    around the frost covered furniture,
    of our abandoned summer room.

    Sightings of does are plentiful,
    common even. But bucks are shy,
    and a pair is rare. They have a quality
    of an apparition.
    I watched them through
    the window and the grape trellis,
    until they stood at attention, just
    before slipping into the December woods.
    Now miles away and days before
    Christmas, this becomes my gift to you.
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