i saw roadkill on the street today

while on my bus-ride home

black and gray fur cascading into pink

gutspilled all 'cross the pavement

unlucky raccoon dead on the road

i wonder if it knew it was gonna die

or if it thought that it could make it

and i wonder what hit it

a truck or a car or a semi,

and i wondered how many broken bones

i wonder if it knew it was dying

and i wonder how long it took

if it was a quick death with no suffering

or if it was slow and hellish and steady

i saw roadkill on the street today

and it made me really sad

so i wrote this poem

and now i'm sad again