The Last Stag

He ventured from the wooded square acred forest that remained in search of food and a companion or two, there was neither; down along the rows of $600, 000 homes, 5000 square foot monoliths for two and a child fenced in against the surrounding world, traveling along, alone on a desolate macadam paved roads and the concrete stepping stones that ached in the touch on his swollen hooves; it was the three o'clock hour the darkness surrounding the early morning hours, no traffic sounded on the pavement, he stepped cautiously listening straining to reach the other side as the car reared its fender against him it raced away pushing him to the curb where he lay slowly dying stretching his life into extinction lost to the progress of mankind.