A zooming, barreling
noisy thinking contraption
My attention
driving the scenic route
and closing in.
In a starle-panicked scurry
an aspiring little whim,
wellfed groundhog,
shot out from under thicket
and painfully speed-waddled
(spedawdled?)
across afternoon road.
Sleek brown coat
glimmering gold sunlight
couldn't camouflage
it's lazy white belly
or flat hideous tail
dragging the dirt.
Barely seen and
quickly forgotten
it moved
to dart away from observation
and disdain.
Found another bedraggled bush
to safely hide beneath
and take shelter from
obnoxious aknowledgement.
Those crushing wheels
that whiz by from
time to time,
black-toothed biting rubber.
Sometimes leave bloodied skidmarks
that smell like judge and jury.
I thought he was Road Kill for sure. Poor baby! But isn't that just like real life - when we least expect it, a 18 wheeler comes. Well drawn picture.
Good poem. It must be terrifying for small animals to attempt to cross a busy road or highway, especially at night with the headlights coming and the weird vibration. I am sure such an experience is completely unnatural for the small creatures that live in synchronous rhythm with the earth and the one life that animates all living things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your last lines really spoke to me! Linda