ROSE:
              I want to hug a deer,
              don’t you want to hug one?
JAMES:
      Not really; the thought
              never crossed my mind…
              I have never wanted to hug
              a wild animal
                          I just don’t
                                   have that
                                             urge…
ROSE:
           Why? look at them
           their white butts
                     I like their ears,
                     like head wings
                     flapping erratically
                     the way bats flap.
           Can you at least understand?
           That’s why you can’t write
                       about me
                       from my perspective;
           you do not listen to me enough
JAMES:
             I listen to you;
             I listen all the time.
ROSE:
           Admit:
                       I know more
                       about you than you
                       know about me..
           It’s okay
                       I am use to it

           …If a deer was nice
           I think he would hug me;
           I just want friends
                      that are animals.

           Do you think they have
           a family?
                     Maybe we can
                     be their family;
                                  we should be family
                                  for animals
                                  who have none.

          I bet the deer can sense us.
                      Ever wonder
                      what animals think about?
                                     standing there.
                      Are there thoughts,
                                     or is it all just
                                                    blank?
          I wish they thought about hugging me…

          I wonder if there is a baby hiding
          between the two
                       I bet there is a dad somewhere
                       completely obvious, but we
                       cannot see him because we
                       are weak humans.
                                      What happens
                                      if a deer breaks a leg?
                      It gets left behind, which
                      is sad ‘cause humans break
                      bones all the time.
                      What if we left a person
                      behind?—See you later bro…

          What are you writing
          down so furiously?
JAMES:
          Everything
                     you say;
                     I want to understand.