Again it's me, so sorry, calling yet
Again about those lost mileage receipts.
Frankly, life has been crazy, and I guess
No one should expect any work this week.
Just last night, driving home, I killed a deer.
Oh, I'm alright, or right as this gal can be.
Shapes shot out from the road' s shoulder.
I had three options: Hit the deer, hit a tree,
Or veer straight into a long silver fuel truck.
I hit the deer, steered toward it to tell the truth.
Given choices but no time at all to think
I'd always wondered, sweetie, what I'd do--
Quite the lesson to learn at my age really.
Tired, in the dark, I chose what had chosen me.

(Previously published in Press)