Oh, Deer

X in the sky and a line of cloud across the Sun,
The ship that held us was no island,
Action dressed in ceremony,
Penned or painted prayer,
Sometimes we prefer the pain,
Of things unanswered,
This animal wandering winter,
Ears out turned,
Terrified, hungered,
There is nothing green to eat,
Can't find his family,
Lost completely and so cold,
Doesn't know where to go,
Walking wasted meat
But not a waste at all.