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Mule Deer Running

Published August 17, 2017 in Arizona Stories , Trish - 0 Comments

Mule Deer Running

There’s a line in the hillside that

they all scamper along.

A coyote ran through the gully,

quick and quiet.

Racing to who knows where.

The cicada sing like pouring rain.

It’s a pulse and within that pulse is a larger wave.

One song of courtship,

the other to mate when she has chosen him.

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