SPRING DEER

He did not know what he was doing.
His brain was addled from the long winter - 
there was no more food in his part of the woods
His coat was getting dull
It was a matter of survival -
stealing into the orchard
to nibble at the blueberry  buds
just before the sun peeked in the horizon.
He was careful to stay hidden
behind the trunk of the big mulberry;
He had already made the owner quite angry
by his intrusions.
He was going to run
across the mounds of snow
just as he used to
    but he was 
    so hungry

         so hungry

             he had to eat

	         and 

                     eat 

		as much 

		as he 
			could eat.

he did not hear
     the house door creak

or 
     the shotgun's squeak

he did not heed
his sprinting herd

but he did 
feel
the   kiss 

of 

        lethal 
                    steel.


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For DVerse Poets' Anthropomorphism prompt by Lillian.

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