They hardly slow down for me
solitary on the side of the road
walking before the heat rises,
so what of her, anyway?
There have been so many this year
one bunny, two bunny…
I count like my grandbaby advises
three bunny, four bunny…
Dead bunny.
Wonder if the driver slowed at all,
considered his violation,
said a prayer if not for her
then for the three babes
one bunny, two bunny…
asleep in the down
dreaming of their mum
and mornings in dewed grass.
But what of her anyway?
She, no matter,
just a long red stripe
over which I step this morning
— there but for the grace of god —
wary of the next car coming
light speed around the bend.
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