The Wonder of it All
by
Radiance Angelina Petro
Turns out we have animals living in the woods
around the Barn big enough to take down a deer.
On my walk this morning, along the edge of the cornfield,
I found the leg of a whitetail deer that had been torn
from its body—the body that was nowhere to be found–
it was bent, like an angled hook–its sleek-hair, dew covered.
It still had strings of meat connected, and its black hoof, like
a petrified piece of charcoal– will forever be saying:
“I just wasn’t fast enough.” I stand up and continue walking
wondering at the wonder of it all.