found young fox dead in the road this day dawning
stopped the car & put on the blinker warning
wet from rain red blood bled from the head
same fox watched from our window many a morning
picked it up by the tail and put it in the grass
big black ears will hear no more -- alas
started to cry but told my eyes to remain dry
acceptance, yet roadkill makes me visit the past
how many mashed bodies have i pulled to the side
dug hole between pawpaw seedlings let body slide
filled in, piled stones, someone may find the bones
a dwarfish ballad hides humility behind pride
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