Got a poem for yeah if you can dig it.
Immitation poem – The Mower by Philip Larkin
Death anyway
The jeep stopped, bounced; I looked under the jeep
the deer was stuck in-between the bumper and front tire,
still twitching. Only trying to jump the fence.
I had wounded this deer a night before, the arrow was still in it.
Finally dead tortured for three days, had come to an end.
Limp. Dragged for many yards.
I would see another day. It would lay emotionless on the side of the road.
Hunting that day, it would not come by the bait pile anymore.
My life went on, if it would have looked both ways
It wouldn’t be here either way,
By my arrow or bumper
Lator Gator
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