A never-ending road,
passing trees and
grass freshly mowed.
A squirrel,
runs onto unknown.
Just a girl,
looking for a home.
She didn't know,
young and so innocent.
then the lights shown,
bright and maleficent.
What a poor friend,
left in the street.
Wound that won't mend.
treated like meat.
Poor animals weren't awake
so they didn't learn
from her terrible mistake.
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