Rusty clunker driving down the road 
Sun dropping below the horizon 
Cold short days brings promise of winter 

Headlights neither low or high yet uneven 
Landscape is a haze of shadows 
Scared shape emerge with a thunk 

One deer rams the driver's door 
Deer two jumps on the hood 
The deer three wrecks the trunk 

Rusty clunker slides down the road 
Deer rush to throw themselves in 
To ruin the driver's night and to be sunk 

Breeze beats the body and the heart stirs 
Darkness and nothingness, no one home? 
Crawler crawls and looks at junk 

Middle of nowhere and the beginning of night 
The crawler stands and looks at the end 
This thing that used to be a clunker 

The stander starts walking alone in night 
Dead deer lie all around stinking 
Laughing silently at the walkers luck 

Walker starts panicking at the sights 
Of the rotting does, stags and thinks of the bucks 
The type that's given from insurance 

For it will not be a reassurance 
Not enough to help this manic 
Now nothing salvages this sad junker