Visitation
In the early morning dark
Two deer are barely
Visible on a grassy hill
Where children sled
When snow comes south
One might imagine
The duo has paused
For a last look at
The twisted body
Of their fallen comrade
First light the buzzards
Will arrive to do the work
Their beaks and claws
Were cut out to do
I don’t know how to
Determine antler point
But this set is suitable
For just a bluebird
Goldfinch and ruby
Throated sparrow
To pose on to form
A serendipitous
Funereal bouquet
After that perhaps
The headgear is found
Fit for a knife handle
Or two or set
On a wall where
A famously hued
Parakeet has the fly
Of the house
Two deer are barely
Visible on a grassy hill
Where children sled
When snow comes south
One might imagine
The duo has paused
For a last look at
The twisted body
Of their fallen comrade
First light the buzzards
Will arrive to do the work
Their beaks and claws
Were cut out to do
I don’t know how to
Determine antler point
But this set is suitable
For just a bluebird
Goldfinch and ruby
Throated sparrow
To pose on to form
A serendipitous
Funereal bouquet
After that perhaps
The headgear is found
Fit for a knife handle
Or two or set
On a wall where
A famously hued
Parakeet has the fly
Of the house
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Thomas McDade
Thomas M. McDade is a 76-year-old resident of Fredericksburg, VA, previously CT & RI. He is a graduate of Fairfield University, Fairfield, CT. McDade is twice a U.S. Navy Veteran serving ashore at the Fleet Anti-Air Warfare Training Center, Dam Neck Virginia Beach, VA, and at sea aboard the USS Mullinnix (DD-944) and USS Miller (DE / FF-1091).
Hi poetry most recently appeared in The Chariot Press Review |