Peace

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This evening,
as it was moving into dusk,
I saw Mama Mama
and Grandma Grandma
browsing behind our home.
I went to the refrigerator and found
the wrinkled apple, past its prime
that I had noticed yesterday.
I took a knife sliced
chunks of creamy colored
flesh, not quite crisp
with red speckled skin.
I threw each deer a piece
and then two and three.
They nosed through the grass,
chewed open mouthed
happily, while I,
stood and looked up
at the tall fir trees
against the sky
and felt the peace
I often miss
as I slowly move through
the work of the day.