dead deer, leans on fence
head atilt to see the sky
peaceful last sunset
he's a ten pointer
young buck, scraping bark from trees
horny dead pimp deer
trees my mom paid for
trying to feel like we won
his eye reflects sun
he is quite peaceful
head askew, as if pillowed
haunches gone, chest next
i thank him daily
for making paths thru brambles
that i can expand
this is what life is
dead young buck and sad old man
who smell bad to you
who are you who judge?
our bad and good fragrances?
we're doing our thing
head atilt to see the sky
peaceful last sunset
he's a ten pointer
young buck, scraping bark from trees
horny dead pimp deer
trees my mom paid for
trying to feel like we won
his eye reflects sun
he is quite peaceful
head askew, as if pillowed
haunches gone, chest next
i thank him daily
for making paths thru brambles
that i can expand
this is what life is
dead young buck and sad old man
who smell bad to you
who are you who judge?
our bad and good fragrances?
we're doing our thing
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