White Deer

White deer running over the plain
Solitary
Watching to keep his safety
Wary — eyes glancing right and left.
Who is his predator?
Oh man again!
Why is it always man?
We who should know better
That some fat woman should grow even fatter
That some vain man should say
“I have this creature slain!”
Oh man, you die with every death
Your puerile pleasure
I view with disdain.

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985