The car swerved on a whim. Headlights flashed, blinding both driver and animal. A screech of wheels, a heavy bump, wooshing air, a hollow thump. It could do nothing but drown in a pool of blood and tears. Somewhere out there, another reckless driver prowls. Somewhere out there, another fawn falls. And what does the world do? Erect a “Deer Crossing” sign— as if a careless hand would pause for ink more than life.