Wet rain sparkled on a dark Fraser Highway from imposing headlights
I saw the silhouette of his long tail frolicking with the air
His little legs scuttled unknowingly over the street
Hazards flashed from a well-meaning citizen’s car
But farther and farther away from safety the little legs ran
Helter-skelter in the diamond-melted street
I hear the WHOOSH as an unaware SUV navigates through the rainy night,
Closer to the small subject of my attention
I hear the SMACK!
…and the rest is left, still, to my terrified imagination.
A hand slapped over my mouth
Eyes wide looking around for some clue to prove me wrong
A man wanders out of his minivan,
Nonchalantly looking for something or someone
"Oh, God, please not his!"
A concerned friend makes movement
That startles me back to present, concrete truth
That the light has changed green.
Still in a state of slight shock and horror,
And drive home in a slow, very aware, daze.
…and the rest is left, still, to my over-active imagination.
(I think a dog died last night)
