The following was written by my kindred-spirit little brother. Bless you, Don.
The Broken Legged Deer
The look in Her eyes
gave it all away
frightened but resigned
to know this was Her last day
We’d heard the crash
the week before
steel colliding with flesh
Her bones were no more
My dog had found Her
the next Sunday morn
hidden in the leaves
three legs were torn
She could not stand
but tried to run
She hobbled and fell
the damage was done
Not knowing what to do
we called for help
the men did come
to see the hand that was dealt
No help were they
so an expert came by
one look and he proclaimed
it’s a shame She has to die
I could not stay
to hear the sound of the gun
my heart was breaking
so away I did run
Animal life
is very precious to me
When suffering abounds
I cannot bear to see
I must say this
the lesson to all
in the eyes of a creature
the world is very small.
Copyright Don Dickens Pierce, 2012
