Driving Into Mrs Deery Poem by Brad Kellum

Cruising the blacktop dance floor.
Just steady beats and I.
Almost home, only four more miles to fly.
Been one of those atrocious days.
Feeling the negativity of the world accrue.
Through blazing lights, wild eyes with brown fur coming, its intention unsure.
Left to right this hapless creature unwarily runs to its death.
Cut to the left, back the way you came, logically you'll be safe from a lovely mess.
Nevertheless, gripped in terror, this pensive creature returns from whence it came.
Almost missed, such a shame.
Just as I start to smile 'Yes' I say ' I'm going to get pass with no damage done to mine.'.
Time stops, frame by frame, it turns once again.
Only to be violently married to the front of my car.
For just a passing moment, a grain of time.
Such a horrific sight, possibly sublime.
Now the poor creature's life has ended.
This is just part of life with which we must deal.
Just another tooth on life's wheel.