Stood on a pier,
lamenting the deer,
that stood too long in the lights.
That delicate doe,
that I loved so,
she visits me through these nights.
I rise to my feet
and feel her heart beat,
through a coat of silky brown.
Despite her eyes -
and pitiful cries -
I'm glad I ran her down.
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