I come across a deer

Dead where the trees thin out

Into a grassy field.

Her eyes are open, empty, but

Beautiful in the way that the sea is

Vast and barren.

Something sparks flames

Beneath a foggy layer

Which rests on her eyes.

I poke her with a stick

I find beneath an evergreen.

And turn her on her side,

But she must be tied down

With fairy-made ropes of dewdrop grass.

I begin to cry for no reason at all

Except that I just want to point her towards the sunset,

And maybe

Sit with her a while.