This time of year always makes me sad. Things are dying and coming to an end. I was driving down the road today and watched an animal experiencing the horror of its own demise. A deer. A buck. Every time I see deer on the road they're already dead and so I would always avert my gaze from the gruesome spectacle. But this beast was raising its front appendages wildly into the air. Lashing its head back and forth. In panic. Fear. Desperation. It occurred to me what an unusual way that must be for an animal to die. All of these strange bright lights. It was a beautiful morning. A beautiful sunrise. I wonder, does the creature realize that it will undoubtedly be his last. Does it worry for those it's leaving behind. I'm not sure. I only know that the pain will be unbearable until the end. Dark poetry of the soul no doubt. And of course a metaphor for how I must feel. Having my legs taken out from under me so to speak. Terrified. Confused. No one to help. You know how I feel. You were like me once. You were made fun of for being different. Even before this whole circus began. I loved you because I saw myself in you. I promise, if you need, I will always love you.