A sad night....
Busy road o'r a Friday night.
Swiftly took a hideous turn.
A raccoon Mother, shockingly so close to Mother's Day,
Made a most tragic maternal mistake with her so very young offspring-
As all poured forth, just ahead of my four whirling wheels, I nowhere to turn.
A quick stop, but most painfully aware of I and my daughter's safety,
And of those roaring machines lurking just in back and astride, still oblivious-
My horrendous braking choice made in an instant for all involved.
Those behind halted in time.
Those within came out fine.
But in front–sadness and grief.
The vibration and sound,
Told it all.
A little raccoon kit was no more.
Much sadness and grief
I have had in making this rough decision.
Who can be saved, but who may then be lost.
A taste of what,
Doctors and soldiers must go through,
Terrible decisions often daily,
Life or death in their hands.
Poetry by Stephen Jay
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Written on 2014-11-10 at 22:05
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Ode to a Raccoon
Dusk, a simple cruise back home,Busy road o'r a Friday night.
Swiftly took a hideous turn.
A raccoon Mother, shockingly so close to Mother's Day,
Made a most tragic maternal mistake with her so very young offspring-
As all poured forth, just ahead of my four whirling wheels, I nowhere to turn.
A quick stop, but most painfully aware of I and my daughter's safety,
And of those roaring machines lurking just in back and astride, still oblivious-
My horrendous braking choice made in an instant for all involved.
Those behind halted in time.
Those within came out fine.
But in front–sadness and grief.
The vibration and sound,
Told it all.
A little raccoon kit was no more.
Much sadness and grief
I have had in making this rough decision.
Who can be saved, but who may then be lost.
A taste of what,
Doctors and soldiers must go through,
Terrible decisions often daily,
Life or death in their hands.
Poetry by Stephen Jay
Read 932 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2014-11-10 at 22:05
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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