Thump Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Thump

Morning time and in car
On Highway ninety-nine
Am driving northbound.

Two eagles perching high,
Are kind of head-tail white.

Suddenly to my right
Hear a thump and jump.

I feel that they whisper:
"Humans are evils! "

Look in my side mirror,
Red blood on the asphalt,
Crushed is the squirrel,
In the wind, dancing tail,
Is shouting making wave:
"Stop those murderers! "

Gentle nods of eagles,
Approve injured, fallen.

I feel that they whisper:
"Humans are evils,
They polluted the earth,
Destroyed lakes, rivers,
And heated the oceans! "

Slowly pull to the side,
Set my mind on the top,
To observe their lookout.

Men cut the trees down,
Destroyed rivers, ponds,
Rare are birds, no beaver!

Four sides and directions,
Sunrise-east, sunset-west,
And the southern-northern,
Fence says: "Dog, " "Private! "