This poem is dedicated to a small squirrel I accidentally hit with my car. I had never ran over an animal before, and it feels pretty awful. I thought the least I could do was write it some words.
You darted back
across the street
too quick,
I had no time to swerve.
I listened close to a song on
the radio,
about two lovers,
dying together.
You had passed alone.
What a rough feeling -
I'm so sorry
bushy-tailed critter.
As I saw you off
in my rearview mirror
I felt sad for your small rodent body,
Big blue is just a body of metal,
who just couldn't stop.
And for that,
I am sorry.
10/19/2015
Riley Welch
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