The Fawn

Is she sipping from a puddle?
calm in the street lights
I will defer to her wisdom
as she slowly waits
above the yellow lines

refreshed
from spring
plenty water
death no mind

here come the lights
she had better move
there she sips
what's she doing
run I think
she moves not an inch
slam my staff on pole
for communication
and in panic scream
HEY!

the speed of light
comes much faster than thought
the fawn leaps to saftey
phew I saved . . .
another to follow and crosses with ease
jeez that was close
then on macadam death
two more from family
slam unseen the driver door
awaken the speeder?

flipped to heights they all fall to recover
for saftey and instinct
one joins family
other stumbles to isolation
to blat out calls
not a dent on the door

three witnesses in sympathic interaction
come to conclusion
one is hurt
the authorities arrive
all one can say as I leave:
RUN!
GET OUT OF THE STREET!

now in paved over guilt
who was saved
a result of action
a boy through the windshield?
a fox getting a meal?
a cop doing duty?
a lion roaring?

Relieve suffering
in in-action of stars over cloud
spiraling hovering
what is the pain accumulated
in a red coming sun?
the road is death
learn no fear in hearts intent
just consequence of breath