June 15, 2013 on the same day

I suppose I should finish
the morning story
though I wish to God
I didn’t have more
to tell; that
the sad-eyed doe who
rested in my garden
not knowing
as the sun slanted
through the trees
that it was her last
sunrise
was seen later
in the field up the drive
a gaping wound
in her haunch;
unable to reach
wildlife control
the neighbor did
what had to be done.

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