the foggy shiver of a drive,
on the shoulder i turn to look--
two dead deer lay quietly.
one's flesh is torn and melted in
the other still embraced by a fresh-night fur.
the story they both live
yet always ending on the same chapter.
how strange it must be; to love thy neighbor
both of different species, color, culture.
in the conclusion they're both just bones
and strangers laid next to each other
in company, forever.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:45 PM UTC
the foggy shiver of a drive,
on the shoulder i turn to look--
two dead deer lay quietly.
one's flesh is torn and melted in
the other still embraced by a fresh-night fur.
the story they both live
yet always ending on the same chapter.
how strange it must be; to love thy neighbor
both of different species, color, culture.
in the conclusion they're both just bones
and strangers laid next to each other
in company, forever.
