Circle space
john clare stokes
There I stood in that circle of
No entry the creatures decreed
By God to fear me everything
Keeping its distance
The turkey in the hammock
The deer in the dense beyond
The Eagles in the nest above
Only the Cardinals dared enter
The forbidden space
Scolding me to move along
Disturbing the slow order
With my presence
Long before they accepted
I was well on my way
Leaving a scent trail
Smelling death the entire way.
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