A deer lay helpless, its back broken, in the headlights of a car, its legs moving, trying to escape.
A lone headlight beam
Bounces against the
Bank of
Thick fog.
Choreography of
Tangled legs
Flailing helplessly
In the dark.
The driver
Watches with
Compassion for his
Crumpled
Fender.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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