Half Drunk Muse Poetry


Deer Season by Bill Roberts

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-

I had to describe the felon:
large deer,

brownish coat, white tail, mischievous
grin, snickering

as it bounded off after totaling
my Escort.

View bio for Bill Roberts Published in All Poems 1999-2004

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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