© 2009
“To Gun Me Down”
Half-hidden behind
pine and manzanita,
she spots me, her walk
cautions.
Close by,
she cocks an eye—
"You live up the trail,
don't you?"
"That's right."
"Didn't rec'nize you.
Must be the hat." I grin,
then see,
a pearl-handled pistol
snuggled under her arm.
Deer sigh, squirrels shake
their small gray heads,
that in these woods,
my home, my own kind
think to gun me down.
2010 Wood Coin: Predators>Pets>Foodstuffs Issue: Weishaus, “To Gun Me Down”