My sister and her friend, Johnny Morley,
used to go on Saturdays to the Bancroft Hotel
to visit his grandfather.One autumn, the beginning of deer season,
the old man told them,“Used to hunt when I was a boy,
woods all around here then,
but I never went again after that time…the men went out, took me with them,
and I shot my first buck.
It was wounded, lying in the leaves,so they told me,
take the pistol, shoot it in the head.
I went straight up to it,
looked right into its eyes.Just before I pulled the trigger,
it licked my hand.”
Category Archives: Poetry
Policeman ODs on Pot Brownies
Perhaps the best part of this video from 2007 is the snorting after the 911 call…oh, that and the “time is going by really, really, really, really slow” quote:
Very poetic.
Tuesday
Sunday always comes
just when you least expect it
Unlike Monday blues
Pileated Woodpecker
Spotted by a friend:
The Woodpecker
by Emily Dickinson
HIS bill an auger is,
His head, a cap and frill.
He laboreth at every tree, --
A worm his utmost goal.