From afar, I look and see,

A tiny creature, peeking up at me.

The bright lights shine on its small face,

Which then reveals a deer in its place.

Rolling my eyes, I hit the brakes,

But the deer stands firm, raising the stakes.

I honk my horn a couple of times,

My impatience running thin as a dime.

And soon the deer runs across the road,

Away into the forest and back to its abode.

I then continue on my way,

Proud of my quick thinking and solid display.

But later I wonder why my temper was so high,

Why must I always be sensitive enough to cry?

I bow my head, ashamed with no words,

And vow to be patient from then on forward.