Close Encounter

When you see her standing There, alone By the side of the road When you pull up Slowly, so as not to Disturb She doesn't run away She just looks at you Right in the eye Five feet away… No fear Almost inquisitively Asking…? Something is wrong The world is out of joint When what was wild Becomes tame Unaware of the danger A lost innocence This beautiful deer… How can she survive? When the next car Might not be so friendly And its driver more careless Indifferent to the speed With which accidents Happen And broken hearts Line the road. ~ Laurence Overmire