Of all the animals in the woods, I had to see this one today . . .
Piercing the darkness with twin beams of light,
watching for movement on left & on right,
I travel the road in the dark before dawn,
looking for shadows that don’t quite belong.
Two objects break off, run alongside the road,
then dart left & right as if pricked by a goad.
Once my eyes have adjusted, their forms become clear:
the creatures I’m seeing are two sprinting deer.
A doe and a buck with horns on one side,
startled by me and looking to hide,
are blocked in their path by roads, homes, and fences;
I pray that my car won’t be their death sentence.
They dash & they dart; I start to slow down
and I hold my breath, not making a sound.
Sensing a gap, the deer cross for cover,
while I simply give thanks the danger is over.
I have a fear of hitting a deer with my car, having it crash through the windshield, and being gored to death as it flails around.