Deer in the Night

It staggers leaning on an oak while
the white light of night streams
broken through the trees

It gasps- bare ribs heave
grasping at the frigid air as desperately as skin does to flesh.

It falls
having lost the oak's support;
a tangle of sinew amidst gnarled roots that
pay no mind.

It dies-
tucked in with a blanket of snow
by a world ignorant of it's passing

Reviews

[Moonie]

This sounds like a beautiful and poignant vision, almost like a dream that someone might have had...the death of a fawn or a deer, something so pure and untainted, marking the death of innocence perhaps. I like the imagery and how you give attention to the little details to make this poem more vivid.

[Chase]

I appreciate the insightful review! I was in a bit of a.. Stoic and melancholy mood, with a touch of realism. This was a "seat of your pants" piece that just flew from my fingertips. Very glad you enjoyed it!