Dear bones on the lake, half poking out and half frozen in

Dear Bones on the Lake,

Deer bones on the lake
Half poking out and half frozen in
Had you ambled to this barren center?
Been dragged by a wolf?
We are the deer, wondering how
We have arrived on this cold berth
 
Another day of pandemic dread
I have read the news to death
Healthy and delicious meals, check
What’s the matter with following
Birds for a raison d’etre
In their arithmetic of destination?

This sterile expanse, we call our checklist
Staves off choices until our dreams
Unmistakably point the direction
To the center of it all. We might as well
Wander out too far to be discovered
Like following birds to our terminus