Branching antlers
Dark against my truck's headlights
In the northbound lane;
Regal and still
An oncoming car,
Oblivious, but not impervious
As the stag
I flash my brights-
Their speed is unchanged
-And I remember
Unlike my 4Runner
This truck has a working horn
I honk to warn the deer,
Perhaps also the driver;
I fear for the safety of both
-And the stag
Bounds towards the east side of the road
Away from both cars,
Thanks be to the wilderness gods.
(For a moment I envisioned him staggering into the side of my car)
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