{"sf1_id":1136077,"sf2_id":"AnKAw5oe","title":"Obituary","author":"charles_they","words":118,"posted_at":"2017-02-02T01:18:52.000Z","tags":["Clean","Death","Deer","Love","Male","Poem","Poetry","Rondeau","loss"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1136077-obituary","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKAw5oe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ce/c7/cec756b7-024b-4d82-ac7d-0a54624e15d6","description":"A rondeau dedicated to a deer, once living, still loved. A rare clean one.","content":"### Obituary\n\nMy darling deer, I miss your muzzle sweet,\n\nYour teardrop tail, your form faint and petite,\n\nThose doey eyes—although you are a buck—\n\nWith one quick glance, by lightning I am struck,\n\nIn utter shock, my faint heart skips a beat.\n\n  \n\nWithout you, love, I'm wholly incomplete,\n\nAnd now alone, my mind does me mistreat,\n\nFor all these thoughts are left to run amok,\n\nMy darling deer,\n\n  \n\nTo linger on, abandoned, is a feat,\n\nAnd yet I feel the end approach: defeat,\n\nThere is no other way to get unstuck,\n\nFor life itself seems clouded by this muck,\n\nMy dear, soon you and I again shall meet,\n\nMy darling deer.\n\n* * *\n\n-Charles Michael Averin","series":{"name":"Poetry Postings","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1137171-february.json"}}