Deer Season

Deer season or not
they come
and lay their shattered bodies down
beside the road,

heads reared back as if in joy,
eyes staring,
fixed,
on nothing.

This time no swift flight to wooded haven,
no rest midst meadow clover.
Only sharp pain, then quiet slumber,
an evening meal for raven or crow.

— Koppantó

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