the autumn hunt

i see the hunters

in the woods, geared up

for

the kill

the autumn slaying of deer

in accotink

park.

the path is littered with

red signs

telling you

beware, naming

the months of hunting

that lie ahead.

at dusk they arrive

in camouflage

and march towards the woods,

up into the trees

they go,

with night vision eyes,

with arrows poised,

and the deer

fall

and fall until the herd

is thinned

and the roads are safe

again.