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In the cast of the headlights, my scanning eyes spot a hit doe on the shoulder.

Not quite pushed off the highway.

Just past the small bridge, she lays there with cold questioning eyes.

I continue driving home.  Answering none of her questions.

Feeling I should have done more, but my dark clothing makes it too dangerous.  The very limited walking access is another danger.

The ruin beauty tire marked truth, and the modern world doesn't care for natural beauty.

It leaves her on the highway shoulder.

Staring at all that pass by her.

Her cold eyes asking unanswered questions.

I give no answers due to lack of knowledge.

Now, avoiding a raccoon as I pull into the drive away.

His reflecting eyes gives away the hiding spot.  I toss him some fruit.

Be careful little creature.

This world fear natural beauty.

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©16 October 2013 - 9:31pm — MajesticDravon
17 October 2013 - 4:20am — nightlight1220
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This is always so

This is always so heartwrenching. I was in the midst of morning traffic -- everyone speeding along to get to work at fifty miles an hour and spotted what apoeared to be a dead dog on the shoulder of the road. I felt awful for the next three miles and halfway into the morning... and arriving home greeting my own best of furry friends somehow made it so very real and touching. We are connected to all living things, and we need to keep reminding ourselves of it. Touching write.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

17 October 2013 - 8:41pm — MajesticDravon
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This was a rewrite

Thank you, I lost the original some years back.  Yet, the poem stayed with me.  I want to say it didn't change much.  Seeing nature in such stage of just tossed aside must have struck deep.  Yes, it is touching.  I miss my furry friend Annabell.  I had to give up for adoption when I left Washington in '07, and it was sad.  We lived in a car together; it was set up for her comfort.  Felt bad but she seemed to be all right.  Yes, yes touching and now I am rambling.

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