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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