My Dog Got Kil'T In The Middle Of The Road. Poem by Michael Gale

A furry lump in the road...
Sadness been brought to an end.

Poor thing alas is gone...
No more hunger, no more pain-
-Nothing more to ever gain.

Someone's pet, a cat or a dog...
Way too furry to be a snake or a frog.

Possums, ok, even a skunk...
At least it ain't a priest or a Monk.

It makes me sad when i come upon the furry pile in the street...
Death it seems, the poor critter, did not cheat.

Just road kill...
No big thrill.

(It is not my dog or cat, but it sometimes feels as though, it easily could be.)