Twelve Days of Deer Season

Cameron Celaschi

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On the first day deer season
My blind gave to me:
A squirrel in an oak tree.

On the second day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the third day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the fourth day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Four turkeys gobbling,
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the fifth day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Five twigs snapping,
Four turkeys gobbling,
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the sixth day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Six bullets jingling,
Five twigs snapping,
Four turkeys gobbling,
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the seventh day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Seven doe’s hopping,
Six bullets jingling,
Five twigs snapping,
Four turkeys gobbling,
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the eight day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Eight degree weather,
Seven doe’s hopping,
Six bullets jingling,
Five twigs snapping,
Four turkeys gobbling,
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the ninth day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Nine quail flying,
Eight degree weather,
Seven doe’s hopping,
Six bullets jingling,
Five twigs snapping,
Four turkeys gobbling,
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the tenth day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Ten spooked deer,
Nine quail flying,
Eight degree weather,
Seven doe’s hopping,
Six bullets jingling,
Five twigs snapping,
Four turkeys gobbling,
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the eleventh day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Eleven inches of snow,
Ten spooked deer,
Nine quail flying,
Eight degree weather,
Seven doe’s hopping,
Six bullets jingling,
Five twigs snapping,
Four turkeys gobbling,
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.

On the twelfth day of deer season
My blind gave to me:
Twelve deer grunting,
Eleven inches of snow,
Ten spooked deer,
Nine quail flying,
Eight degree weather,
Seven doe’s hopping,
Six bullets jingling,
Five twigs snapping,
Four turkeys gobbling,
Three frostbitten fingers,
Two gunshots ringing,
And a squirrel in an oak tree.