What happened? Did your mask slip? Now your stripes And the road stripes Are all mixed Blood spill Roadkill I whizzed on by I didn’t stop then But it’s not forgotten I said a small prayer I frowned a small frown Raccoon down
Poem: A Bunny and a Bluejay
A good day of work is done And a bicycle awaits me An hour before sunset On a clear October evening The sunset escorts me The sky is bursting with pinks And golds and reds The peaks line up in rows In dusky blues and greys From under a blue spruce A bunny dashes out […]