You Might
You Might
In the woods you might see
A branch stripped bone-white
Where a young buck rubbed
The velvet off his antlers
In the same tree you might see
A black crow who flew away
From the murders
Strung along the power lines
You might see leaves that won’t
Fall until new leaves make them
Fall in spring
You might be asked one day
Did you happen to see anything
You might say you saw all this
Beautiful