His family had lived here all their lives untold and he had too.
His father had died when he was young and he vaguely remembered him.
Mom tried to cross the busy street which she had been warned.
She had instantly been killed as her family watched with horror and fascination.

No funeral just sadness as the machines whizzed by but the last of his kind remembers.
As a youth, he had run and played in these fields but steered away from the machines 
as he had been warned.
The machines are fast and you must always watch for them and be clear.
The woods were loved as he chased the young females until they let him catch.

He had two of his own children but they had died at very young age.
And soon after, the big trucks came with the men that would be vilified.
They uprooted one hundred year old oak and built twenty homes.
Across the road where the field was, forty more were taken from his youth.

The last of his family had all been married out or were dead until he was alone.
And as he walked and looked, he was frightened and filled with grief.
He saw his mother standing gracefully at the top of the house filled field.
His brother and sister played until dusk when his mother would call and recall.

He ached  where he ran and still he searched.
As the tear rolled away with those distant memories and the pain.
Slowed by the ache he laid his final time with grief.
And he knew he was the last and his youth died with him.



The last deer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 8/13/2017 3:25:00 PM
Patrick,very good work.....Bringing animal's life into consideration. Kudos!
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Date: 8/13/2017 1:02:00 AM
I enjoyed reading this poem, the way it captured the meaning of a life, the life of an animal, as meaningfully as that of a person. We get to see this animal's life from his own viewpoint, in a way that brings to mind the famous poet Ted Hughes. We get a glimpse of the deer's love for his habitat, his herd, and his family members. We know his grief at seeing it all ending with the advancement of the human population. This poem definitely left me feeling that grief and loss!
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Date: 1/8/2012 7:48:00 AM
A sad story about beauty and freedom being ripped away by the ravages of greed and human environment with little thought to the destruction of species, Thank you Patrick a lovely poem, Brenda : )
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Date: 1/8/2012 6:06:00 AM
Sad,but a lovely storry Patrick - thank you. oxox love Anne-Lise
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