Two little deer,...

Two little deer are looking at me with screaming eyes, requesting to be fed. Their bones are hugging tighter and tighter, the inner lining of their fur. Each passing moments is like a breath of poison vacuum sealing their lives into portion packages of death. Two little deer before me, have fallen like timber onto the half frozen ground never to inhale another breath. They so stun stiff squirreled, trapped & replaying the last moment of life with orchestras of violins adding dramatic harmony in unison with the sands of time in loops and nooses over and over again. Author notes Where I live, deer come daily to the edge of our backyard (new developement,there is no fencing of any kind) and we fed them.