*Roadkill*

What a strange chapter title

You surely must be thinking

Allow me to explain myself

 

Every 11.5 seconds

An animal dies

Its life extinguished

By metal monsters

With glowing eyes

They roar across black roads

Sliced across the earth

Animal territories divided

By treacherous killing lanes

 

Bones and flesh

Broken spines

Streaks of red

For those who live in the country

Used to seeing blood and gore

Smeared across the asphalt

Roadkill, nothing more

Take a moment to consider

The life of the unfortunate critter

Give a little prayer

For the roadkill

*

The End

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