Went walking out behind my place today,
Looking for something to take an image of.
It was not bright or sunny, but really gray,
Was threatening rain from the sky above.
I chanced upon this poor dead deer,
What fate has brought you to this end?
I think I'll stop awhile and shed a tear,
For it's too late to help you mend.
His mortal remains I looked upon,
A wonderful creature you surely were.
But you glory days are all but gone,
Your strong body will again never stir.
Thanks for looking.