Running down the icy, snow covered road, <br />we ran, <br />laughing, <br />you looking back, <br />as I chased. <br /> <br />Rounding the bin, <br />you jumped on the back of a reindeer drawn wooden carriage. <br />As it stalled, <br />elated at the catch, <br />I am upon you, <br />and then I see, <br />so close to home, <br />the reindeer's antlers have become entwined with the branches of the tree, <br />crowd gathering round, <br />you sitting calm, <br />we watch as a fireman from the bricked and arched station across the street <br />straightens both out. <br /> <br />From behind, <br />I soothe the hearty haired dark deer with strokes, <br />once freed, he turns his head and bites for my wrist. <br />It's my watch he wants as I watch him clamp his teeth <br />around the head, <br />crushing time. <br /> <br />*www.Goldenphant.com<br /><br />Rashida Mack<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-innocence-2/
