When I walked to my car in the dark cold fall morning,

I heard a noise that sounded like a deer whining.

I slowly walked toward that noise,

and found a deer lying on the ground,

and the deer was trying to get up

but couldn't.

I looked at him to see what was wrong.

It looked like he had been attacked by another deer.

I said to myself I think he's dying.

I wanted to help,

but I couldn't help.

I got up and slowly walked to my car

thinking about how I could help.

I was also running late to school so I had to go

and leave the deer behind.

I wanted to stay

but couldn’t.

I thought about the deer all day

wondering if it was still alive.

When I got home,

I checked on the deer.

I said to myself hopefully he's ok and still alive.

But he wasn't.