He sought his prey
out on the blacktop
between Rice-Eccles Stadium
and the cemetery opposite
criss-crossing that highway
in a steady gait
waiting for his target
to come into range
He let many pass
an old Chevy pickup
the police Crown Vic
the first Trax train
even the garbage truck
for those were common
and this young buck
set his sights higher.
Color did not matter
no red flashy ride
could lure him out
into lanes of traffic
before the right vehicle
and his chosen victim
came chugging up slow
seeking to reach class.
A most endangered species
as reward for patience
aiming antlers with care
as he pawed twice
the charged with purpose
before she could react
to dodge his attack
with a quick swerve.
The cop had waited
worried this was coming
and groaned in despair
over the extra paperwork
as the impact occurred
and the buck scored,
taking out with him
the last running Yugo.
The road stayed shut
for half the morning
with traffic taking detours
as they took time
to make the investigation
even though taped replays
from the officer's dash-cam
showed the events clearly.
What is the moral
of this strange story?
Simple if you ponder
over what I've said.
"Never drive the last
car of any model
in your local area
unless deer are scarce."
Still now I wonder
do those wild herds
play the same games
as we used to?
Assigning silly imaginary points
for certain car makes,
models or vintage years
or even driver types?
If it ain't so,
then the only option
left to answer me
is they are suicidal
and seek to gather,
like the ancient pharaohs,
a special honor guard
for their next life.
29November2011 posted finally or again - Dyfedd Rex
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