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Don’t care much for fishing
Don’t care much for hunting
With all due respect
So I don’t write about hunting
Or fishing
Or the wild
Although it clamors at my porch
Deer shuffling in the dark
A hawk on our fence post
I point and say,
Look at that!
I’m all blue lights and soft beds
I sort my laundry
Take a bath
Hope the pain in my neck goes away
A cardinal crossed my path
Robin, too
Different days
But I just say,
Look at that!