The riflemen sway to the Christmas choir
Killing time in the snow with their flights
Of cigarette smoke while the bells ring and ring
A mournful tune. The breaks in cloud offer
Sacred slivers of scarce moonlight that each
Deer stops and shakes it thin, wet nose toward.
The juxtaposition between the deer in the last line and the riflemen in the rest is beautiful
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