Poem -
kerbside grass
who could tell
if the fox was dead
lying lone in the road
like that
the headlights told no story
no blood or wounds
no twisted limbs
it's unshut eyes gazing
beyond
it's downy head
still warm
and I held it there
in the road
like that
as the dark maintained
It's midnight hush
I held it long in the road
like that
some moments can't be
rushed
and I hoped it felt my
presence
took a comfort from
my warmth
but the coldness came
and I felt it come
I sensed that fox release
and I hoped some god
might
find it
prayed that some god
out there
cared
l lay it gently down
on the kerbside grass
and,
I hope god found it there
M P 15/5/22
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We pass by so quickly in our killer cars that it's easy to overlook the beauty of the being laying wrecked and broken on the highway. These natural beauties living life as it should be. God's creatures in the raw, whatever you perceive that god to be, "living life as it should be".
And what of the mate and little one's who will not feel the warmth of welcoming this poor creature back to their abode.
All told in your compassionate piece.
Ah DA...I can't believe you bothered to read so many of my scribbles. I can't thank you enough my friend and will reciprocate ASAP. I kind of stopped bothering on here because there is no longer any interaction. It is so nice when a poet like yourself actually wants to interact...it used to be such a great place a few years ago...so many great people on here...all left now. I agree ...I can't abide suffering...the thought of something lying conscious suffering terrified and helpless...alone on a road. No bloody ambulance or pain relief for them😔 I wish people would remember this. I always stop. Try to tell them they are not alone. I will be back.later, thankyou so much...hugs x