Red Fox
the roads are fickle
treacherous the drivers
unpredictable hap-hazardous
angry vicious vengeful
often preoccupied
with rushing somewhere
from nowhere to make do
no cost to mowing
you down running you over
flattening you out
kits left alone
hungry in the den
wondering where you went
restive waiting for your
warmth to slip back under
but there is no rising
from the dead
as a red fox again
alone and abandoned
the pups feel the dread
the deep all-consuming pain
that with the cold seeps in
understanding
slowly in the dark
without relief
how this life ends