Is it better to die in pieces or all at once? I watch as mother and father deer get reports from doctor deer down by the pond of being healthy. Yet things are not the same. For years a deer progresses upward, refines a skill, flies a bit farther... then one day not so far, not as fast still good but something drifted away never to be retrieved. At first no big deer deal since plenty more after a life time of romping around, diving in the water or flying in the air.

Slowly despite the healthy reports mother and father deer give up some favorite activities small things at first then bigger things. Long trips become less frequent and roaming starts being only at the favorite spot. Realization that nothing can be done to make it better other than make it comfortable.

Should the mother and father deer find a fire spot and rage, rage at the dying of the light inside? Or do you just let it slowly envelope till no reason more to do or think? At that point what does progeny deer say.


A deer life well lead cannot go on forever so how do you exit ancient wise deer. What do you save and what do you let go. No dreaded deer disease, no dramatic heart attack no intense pain, just a very slow fading. Those deer together so long have long since merged into one so how does one become single again after so long paired? Lovely healthy gray parent deer enjoying simple sunbeams, the taste of food, the feel of a large velvet brown glade to nap in and the trickle of water.

Progeny protecting against the ill intents.

The Deer and I were drinking a little bit. Well to be exact, one case of de plantis Vodka, 5 cases of pond beer for chasers and a case of creek gin. WE didn't drink all of that of course. There was a half a bottle of creek gin left that someone had dropped behind the twin gods. There was 12 deer there___five boy stags and 7 lucious ewes. This one stag was known as a cutter, cut in line, cut in the air, cut through pond just cut and he owned a French Deer Shop (specialized pelts with the mardi gras mask and then end up the spotted sexy swag coat). About 3:39 am in the morning ( see Other and he is there he woke me up)

I am feeling kind of sad tonight you wanna know why? My deer gal got a crew cut today. You see it all started at the big dance around the ole oak tree. We were holding a fawn birthday party. I lighted her up with a peacock coat almost original. To be frank I bribed one of the ancient deer who have those skull heads with the especially large antlers. I do not know it it was original or not but I traded a couple of hours of keeping watch near the pond for it and took my place in the rumble near the ruins. My 1946 mask from fawn kindergarten and a genuine almost as good as metal monogrammed hold a stick leg pouch with only one crack in it. Any how it started at the deer dance

The deer near the blue bonnet grotto surrounded by large aspen trees slowly meandered among the flowers till they each found a spot to look out from. The ivy had grown so much over the last year from some angles it made the tree appear as a conifer. The day had been especially taxing as the red crossed hare mask deer repeatedly charged up the hill at the twin gods. Formed as a brigade with impish intensity they assaulted the twin gods to make some point only the imp deer know. For a time the forest sound became impire with chortles, gurgles, tricksters and wanderers frolicking around. Impire Empire lead the days with belly laughs( deer falls backwards and wriggles almost a sexual invite but not quite just a good tease) and while meditating and contemplating.... well deer fell out of the trees. So for a time we had Raindeer all around the pond daily. They would sit up in the tree branches or the fortune cookie shaped leafage waiting. Once under the tree you could not see them so you learned to get on top of a mound or another deer and look first. Then the imp deer learned to fly. dropping down a bit they would chase you into the forest. In mass at least eleven of them would group, fall to the ground on their backs and do the wriggle. If you came near by they would hop up.and neck snuggle. After a few moments all would begin to dance. Like Hotel California you could not leave till the head deer said so. You danced and danced and danced. The imp deer would take over so much almost all the deer present in the fores would dance all at once like some magical spell in some fairy deer land set in motion by one innocent fawn exploring out of curiosity. I being from a major imp family chose to run around most gleefully defying having a mentor deer after capture.