Paying attention
no cell phone
no texting
no drinking or eating
and still it happened
Not speeding
not swerving
not daydreaming
not tailgating or rough-shodding
and still it happened
A flash of brown
then another
then a sickening thud
then a screech or a cry I’m not sure
and the beautiful doe now lay dead
Cruel are these contriving manipulative fates
deciding life
deciding death
deciding who or what can go on
and leaving the rest here to wonder why
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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