deer crossing

the deer is fast
bolting across the road.
as large as a horse.
grey with a massive rack
of antlers.
you have time
to hit the brakes,
but it's close.
you're glad you missed
it.
the bones and blood,
the dented car,
the broken windshield.
the life of you,
or it
eeking out into the cold
morning air.
you just got a fresh
cup of hot
coffee too,
it would have been a
bad way to start
the morning
for the both you.