I left the window open

I was brave enough to leave
the windows open last hunting 
season, although the bullets have
a tendency to scare my heart from her post,
even though hunting season 
is a maze of gunshots.
who am I to cry over a deer
-this isn't tiger king!-
but it is my life
the risk I take of being frightened 
is mine/only to hear
the crickets one last time
or footfalls on
the patio
or someone crying
off in the sky