Archives :: Bill Roberts

Deer Season

Appeared in the 1999-2004 issue.

A deer hit my car this morning.
Killed it.

It was an accident, I assumed
at first.

I was quite sure the deer didn't
mean it,

but I had to file a report.
The cops

said it was clearly a felony: hit-
and-run.

I had to describe the felon:
large deer,

brownish coat, white tail, mischievous
grin, snickering

as it bounded off after totaling
my Escort.

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