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.