the deer remind me
the deer are not a metaphor
nor simile
they don't mean anything
they are in town
because we don't shoot them
outside the town limits
they are shy
here they cross at the crosswalks
and teach their young
about cars and trucks
the deer remind me
each time I see them
they have no voice
I remember
we think of bambi, gentle
and tragedy of a mother's death
are deer gentle?
they are strong
fast, we are told hooves can kick
sharp and wound
I sing to deer
when I come across them
almost daily
they look at me
singing, watch me
the deer want to live
as I do too
the deer are not a metaphor
and yet they remind me
to be gentle
and that I am strong
and fleet
and can run when I have to
even when I do not have a voice
Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPAmcgIlHVA