Trista Hurley-Waxali wrote this poem based on the September Poetry Prompts:
Before he’d say,
the nectar was too sweet for him to enjoy.
But that changed after Samantha left.
Seasons came and went as he’d roam,
leaving her to nest in their range of land.
Rumor was that she never got over her first love—
the buck who lost,
that she’d walk the border, hoping to pick-up
So when Carl came home that night
and saw his doe was no longer there,
we all knew where she went.
We watch him now, grieving the loss,
unsure of her death,
unsure of her life.
Moving the petals with his cloven hoof
trying to frame the floor-bed
they once shared.