The Deer Path
A new poem
by Kathleen Ossip
As I walked on the deer path, I reviewed, as is my long-standing habit, my prospects. If I expect more, I wondered, will I get it? One deer sped by in a small, trucklike vehicle and shouted FUCK! at me through the open window in an unmistakably cruel way. But deer are gentle creatures, I thought, vegan all their short, placid lives.
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