Thoroughly fed up with friction,
A couple of deer, getting together,
Grew their horns into a single star,
In honour of where they were from,
After which so much had gone wrong.
Thoroughly effed with frustration
At what it meant to share a horn,
They passed in front of a car.
That's what they got for honoring star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad end but in itself a star extinguished or shattered. Some things should not be shared.