Moonlit mystery

  — Photo by Jeblad

— Photo by Jeblad

“Late November and I am

in a country house.

The moon glares across

an open field and there’s

a lump of deer guts

like shapeless sculpture.

The air keeps cutting

at the stubble I can’t see

…..

The wind in the eaves

breaks some shingles loose,

and I want a deer to rise

from the pile of himself.’’

— From “A Country House,’’ by Robert Lowell (1917-1977)