Three plastic deer situated

Isolated, alienated

Above the grassy slope

Along the treeline

I remember the day

The real deer came

Walking, gawking, stalking,

Does were wary;  bucks tarrying

New kids in the ‘hood…

But after awhile

Noticing their stability,

Fragility, immobility

They were left alone

And then it snowed.

 

One day not so long ago

We noticed plastic ears

Above the snowline

Can’t be long now

Springs a’comin!

Then antlers

Brown  plastic antlers

And today…Hurray!

Whole plastic heads

looming above

The snowline

Soon the real deer will come