Roadkill Prayer

As I passed by where her body lay, a silent prayer I shared,
Who felt the ripple of her death on this morning's gentle air?

Were there fawns yet to be mothered, lives she’ll leave untouched?
What dreams lived within her, now forever crushed?

Would she have chosen differently if choice were hers to make?
A noble end by hunter's bow, a fate she'd gladly take?

Or did she dream of tender love, a young buck's bounding lust.
in her final breath today, she began her path toward dust.