by Nolcha Fox
Control the deer in your yard.
They almost ran me over.
They climbed the winding stairs
to my attic with a window
littered with dead flies
and a large steamer trunk,
where the previous
owner’s wife died.
I am as presumptuous as ever.
Give them some time to breathe.
Then herd them out.

Nolcha Fox has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen and others. Her chapbooks, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” and “The Big Unda,” are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Blog: https://nolchafox2.wixsite.com/blog