Carey Hunter Davis is honored to be published by dancing girl press. Her mornings are spent browsing through an ancient encyclopedia, observing a tulip tree sway with change and writing about anything else. Feathers, semi colons,and laughing are a few of her passions. She lives in an old schoolhouse with gardens and honey bees and her dobro playing partner in a wonderful island community in the Salish Sea.
Asylum
The mule deer asked for asylum in
my yard.
They hadn’t planned it that way
until my cravings called out for roses,
geraniums & sedums.
Cherry blossom trees to shade my
back that worked so god ever hard
to buy a house.
And the deer weren’t welcome.
If I give them safety
that will put me farther
away from what I have.
They’ re still wild, but they’re starving.
Their hunger pours out truths
as their teeth gnaw the young
beech tree I thought I loved.