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Sam Adams Lived in Medford Oregon Where he ran a vacation home business And was part of the Ashland Chamber of Commerce Who were his adopted family One day he was out on the mountain highway Outside of town When tragedy occurred Out of the blue In the dark, on the way down the mountain… Sam side-swiped a young doe (deer). Sam wasn’t driving fast… just wrong place, wrong time, Sam never hit anything large… even though Sam lived in Oregon most of his life. It was horrific… Sam had broken her back leg and watched as she tried to get away from him. She was in shock, in pain, and breathing so very hard. Maria the deer Said to herself “Damn I encountered One of those damn human creatures Moma is always warning me about Driving that mechanical monster But he seems nice enough Mama said Some humans are decent. Most are evil creatures, Who want to kill all the wild animals, With their guns, their cars, Their pollution and their man-made Climate change inducing wildfires. Thinking they are God’s gift To the world When in fact We all know That Satan rules their dark, devious Little hearts “. , Maria, helpless Watched Sam calling The Oregon State Police. Although they dispatched an officer they did not arrive while Sam spent forty-five minutes with this sweet-faced girl. Sam finally had to leave her, as it was pitch black and he was staying with her on the side of the mountain, on the highway, and in a dangerous area. Sam hoped the OSP Would arrive soon, and were able to take her down. Sam hoping she was not found by a predator. Sam finally got home… hugged his husband while he slept Sam sat down surrounded by three of our four fur babies… Bastet, Mila, and Ostia. Posted his misadventures To the world What happened was completely accidental, but the look in this young doe’s eyes, will be with Sam for some time to come. Sam did not own a gun but wish he had a gun and could have done something more. Sam was still so affected Thinking he had left her suffering and alone.
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