I Too Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I too

On the road, to my left
Near wall, divider
(Come and go, side by side)
Fallen is black thing
I question: “What is this? ”

It has fur like shiny squirrel
But is not; it is large.

Hit and run by someone
It is dead and is gone.

I think of the raccoon
Scattered on asphalt
Cars, truck and the birds
Alan Poe’s: the “Raven”.

Hands on wheel, gas-brake under feet
And I think: “How I like death like this! ”
One moment love in heart and alive
Another: “Dead and gone.”