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
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.