The Deer

A spooky poem- Images from Pinterest

Deer in the headlights but those headlights are eyes 
You think it’s her fault that she freezes sometimes 
Poor deer. How on earth will she ever survive?  
Running from the looking birches in her abode,  
The spotlight’s on her now; this will be quite a show 
From her dappling foliage glow to high beam hell 
This is the only way she’ll get out of her shell 
The forest is full of sharp teeth and long claws- 
But on this road exists a mechanical god 
An eldritch contraption of distortion 
The beampath is a corporeal entrapment 
As opposed to the rusty tearing sensation 
The sheer number of sharp things in her home
Forced her to flee to the future alone 
They say devil you know is better than the devil you don't 
Yet she is killed anyway for daring to roam.