Some living things are not meant to shuffle off this mortal coil at That time of year, but by virtue of their seasonal overexposure we understand–collision happens.
Back to good old Bob Rivers–AGAIN (he’s everywhere! He’s Everywhere!). His “I Came upon a Roadkill Deer” puts us in mind of the blessing of the holidays to be a kid: so Dad has to clean up the unexpected aftermath of driving in the dark over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house.