The Deer’s Funeral (“I am so sorry that we hurt Everyone.”)

I asked my “dear” deer friend, Deana Vassar, who saw a dying and very young buck lying in the road last night, and who went back to be with him as he died, if she would let me share with you her poem about the experience.
Thank you, sister, for the Grace you are – and were last night – and for what you did.
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The Deer’s Funeral (“I am so sorry that we hurt Everyone.”)
10.10.13 Deana Vassar
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You, tonight, were our son.
I cherished you like a new mother with her first-born–
Instead of “counting fingers and toes”
I pressed my hand between the cleft in your jet-black hoof.
I wanted to sleep with my head
On your still-warm belly.
I said to your belly,
I am so sorry that we hurt Everyone.
That your pale soft copper coat had ever known metal
And any other light but the sun showed me
What dreadful, thoughtless parents we are.
You were a noble infant,
You had just that bit of antler showing
Itself as you fell hard asleep on your left side.
I hold on to your sweet scent,
I hold on to the surprise of how supple
Your tail was, your muscles,
The strength in your legs.
Your belly was still warm,
But I repeat myself.
I am so sorry that we hurt Everyone.
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