The honk on the street, the noise from above,
Impact. Steering lost, fighting for control.
The light touch of wind from the fan,
Over, on the curb, the deer, fighting to stand.

This is an assignment from my writing class this summer (getting a "heads up" on switching majors, wouldn't you know...)

We wrote one poem about a nice place. That poem was:

Moonlight streaming between the blinds,
Cat asleep on the futon, tail twitching,
The honk on the street, the noise from above,
The light touch of wind from the fan,

Then, we wrote a poem about a scary moment. That poem was:

Down a curve, shifting into fourth.
Frozen in my headlights, eyes meet.
Impact. Steering lost, fighting for control.
Over, on the curb, the deer, fighting to stand.