Thanksgiving Run and the day is quiet,

I run the hill just in sight. 

As I labor against the height

Three young Deer crossed to run, just in sight.

I knew this was a Thanksgiving run,

I have often seen them in early sun.

Hunters were out in their tradition

I had my own Thanksgiving rendition .

As I continued to run the hill,

I see a truck parked on the side still, 

I off in distance hear the hunters’ guns,

speckled in a distant field of early sun.

I knew then, what was taking place,

and the reason the deer had a quicker pace.

As I ran on up the hill,

I said a prayer, quiet and still, 

“Run, deer, Run.”

I knew then the 3 that crossed,

would live another day, all was not lost.

CMM. 2023