The Doe on the Road

Driving home,
family dinner tonight,
I saw a sad,
and terrible sight.

A truck up ahead,
hazard lights flashing,
I apply the brakes,
(no sense in crashing).

slowly creep forward,
to the front of the truck,
and see what's the cause,
for all of this muck.

Framed in the headlights,
clinging to its life,
a single doe in a pool of blood,
as if stabbed several times by a knife.

Its head still moving,
trying to get up,
legs flailing wildy,
like a newborn pup.

Why the doe; what did it do,
to deserve an end in this way?
was the driver of the truck just too busy,
to slow down a moment in his day?

Or was the doe scared and tried to run,
wanted to escape its fate,
but wasn't agile enough to clear the road,
and moments later, too late.

the gravel road is a sponge to the blood,
cleaning it all away,
to be recycled into a new life,
to live another day.

so for that poor doe while it lies on the road,
as I look into its gaze,
I shed not one tear because I know,
god works in mysterious ways.