Deer Crossing

The warning sign says there are deer Which might just cross ahead. By hitting one, you’ll smash your car; The deer may end up dead. The only deer I come across Are those already hit. With open eyes, they look surprised, At least a little bit. I’m certain as they leaped across The road to meet their death, They didn’t realize they were close To taking their last breath. I wonder ‘bout the drivers, though, And, too, their bashed-up rides. There might be damage to their psyches, Down the road, besides. You never really can prepare When deer decide to cross. Despite the signs, when one is hit, It’s everybody’s loss.