Three deer are limping today
On the village streets
One walks on just three legs
The casualties of vehicles no doubt
Some trucks do like to roar
Down these quiet yet never quite empty streets
A lone birdwatcher with binoculars
Hopes for a new bird, a migrant
But finds only raucous starlings today
And one small deer down beside an old house
The deer is dead, and very recently
Its eyes glazing over
In front of this small empty house on Main Street
She makes a note to call the village office
Best to move it soon, before warm weather
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