A poem for the many critters we pass by each day, who have "decorated" our roadsides.

Poor Plastered Possum,

Flattened Frisbee Frog,

Ran-over Raccoon,

I’m glad you aren’t my dog.

 

Beaten and Bloated Beaver,

Stinky, Smelly Skunk,

Destroyed, Disgusting deer,

Lives ended with a “plunk.”

 

I see you as I pass by.

While driving in my car, when

A scientist crosses my mind.

He was right, that Darwin.

 

Your death was chosen by you alone.

In your stupid, sad reflection

A thought crosses your mind,

“I just proved Natural Selection.”

 

 

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  • bwellman on Jul 17, 2009

    What a wicked sense of humor. Bravo.

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