Travelling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.
By the glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing; she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.
My fingers touching her side brought me the reason, her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting, alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.
The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights; under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red; around our group, I could hear the wilderness listen.
I thought hard for us all, my only swerving, then pushed her over the edge into the river. ~
2 replies on “The Dark”
That was harsh, cheers
Those words were life on earth. He suffered also. you see we don’t live in a perfect life. I’m sure he learnt about fragility. Piece be with you my friend who makes my life happy ready your funny littles stories. Shalom

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