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)
4 comments:
SAD! I hit a dog with my car once and I cried and cried.
Perhaps it was a coyote... hungry and suicidal as a result of our ever expanding urban sprawl. *sigh*
I had fun last weekend - on the train to Mexico, even if it was in my overly tired and somewhat delerious state. Actually I wasn't delerious, more like sedated. I think that one day in December when I am done school we should go on an adventure. Perhaps somewhere in the far reaches of the Fraser Valley. Just a thought to ponder!
WOOOOOOOOOOOT! WOOT! WOOT! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
ZOEEEEEE!!! Where are you?
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