She was knocked down
by those merciless wheels
that kept going
after a brief curse.
The road was silent.
Rows of houses stood
magnificently on either side,
no street light,
no moon.
When I approached,
her legs were scraping the ground
back and forth in a delirium.
From a distance
they looked like four
silvery snakes slithering
under the headlight.
Just this morning
I saw a family of deer
nibbling vines.
In the cold morning mist
they strolled with mystical grace.
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