Past the quiet lakeside
Lane, where mule deer
Nibbled beneath pecan trees,
A shot cracked—house-restrained.
The phones stayed silent.
Pecans thunked to ground—
A man inside,
Quiet as walls,
Unpainted.
The mule deer protested
Innocence of his death,
Though witnesses,
Blinking dumb, glass balls
Of darkness for the merest
Nose-sniffing moment
Then bowing heads to munch
Pecans out of his living yard,
In their guilty way,
As if judgment mattered.