Life learns by death,
That is, killing,
That is, culling.
Once, all deer were
Stupid around
Roads, but this one
Looks twice and runs
Quickly to cross,
A new instinct,
Honed by which deer
Made room for this
One’s ancestors
By getting killed.
Wasn’t even
A car in sight.
Life is so wise.
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