The man saw a deer
It had two ears on it’s head
He drank his beer
Suddenly it was dead
The man felt delight
There was quite a flood
The fur of the deer was white
But soaked in blood
A woman emerged from the trees
The woman walked over the hill
She got on her knees
To inspect the ****
She had finished her fun
And lay down her gun

Today a little praying mantis crawled down the back of my neck.
I think I picked him up on my morning commute
when I rode my bike too close to the trees.
Perhaps my head hit the leaves and dislodged him,
forced to cling to my hair through the cycle-speed breeze
waiting only till I came to a halt to make his dash toward freedom
He made it quite a distance before I unknowingly squished him.