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The Gamekeeper
by Maralee Gerke

As the old year ends in feast and light,
the gamekeeper plies his cunning trade.

He enters the steaming kitchen from the garden
his clothes wet from tramping the woods.

He pulls from the ruck sack his riches,
pheasant, quail, and duck for the upper table.

The table already laid with clean white sacking
he arranges his kill for all to see.

His deadly art—a tableau of death.


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