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There is some onomatopoeia in this poem such as rattled and scuffled. There is a simile in the poem. It is when she describes gutting the deer being like pushing rotted fruit into a rabbit hole.
To Kill A Deer- By Carol Frost
Deer Hunting- By Drew Nofer
Deer Hunting Time Is Here Again- By Kathleen West
Deer Hunt- Judson Jerome
The Deer-Joyce Horovitz
This poem is in a peaceful scene in the beginning, but then turns fast paced once the deer is shot. The author describes gutting the deer very well. It is more of a serious poem then a funny or adventurous one.
Into the changes of autumn brush
the doe walked, and the hide, head, and ears
were the tinsel browns. They made her.
I could not see her. She reappeared, stuffed with apples,
and I shot her. Into the pines she ran,
and I ran after. I might have lost her,
seeing no sign of blood or scuffle,
but felt myself part of the woods,
a woman with a doe’s ears, and heard her
dying, counted her last breaths like a song
of dying, and found her dying.
I shot her again because her lungs rattled like castanets,
then poked her with the gun barrel
because her eyes were dusty and unreal.
I opened her belly and pushed the insides
like rotted fruit into a rabbit hole,
skinned her, broke her leg joints under my knee,
took the meat, smelled the half-digested smell
that was herself. Ah, I closed her eyes.
I left her refolded in some briars
with the last sun on her head
like a benediction, head tilted on its axis
of neck and barren bone; head bent
wordless over a death, though I heard
the night wind blowing through her fur,
heard riot in the emptied head.