Deer
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A wounded deer
leaps highest.
―Emily Dickinson
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Poem: Listen to the Deer Tick Sing
Poem: Deer Fording the Missouri in Early Afternoon
Poem: On the Continuity of Deer, Falcons and Other Things
Poem: Anaphora Using Wilfred Owen’s Line “If you could hear, at every jolt”
Drip, drip, drop, little April shower