I would like to be out there with the Pearson DiamondBack VX



Cold now at dawn

and one wonders

if we're bound



for an early frost.



Early mornings

at least some men

lurk in the woods



with bows,

scoping edges,



looming near

corners



in treestands,



watching.



Waiting for deer.



The deer are prey

though subject

to ritual.



Animal ceremonialism,

the quest for spiritual power.



Annual ceremony of cosmic rejuvenation.



The Supreme Being.



Few stationary cult places,



shamanism,

life after death

beyond the horizon



or in the sky.



And

Aldo Leopold said



optimal variety and density

in life



most often obtains

along the edges.



By definition, an edge is the intersection of two different habitat types.



Guess where I am this morning.



Perhaps you're there too.