Please nurture the souls
Of our furred and feathered friends
They know not what they risk.
Long, windy and adventurous.
In our haste to advance, expand
And dominate,
We alter natures way.
Along the cross roads,
Where paths and trails meet,
Who spares a thought
For the life bounding along?
Another obstacle to dodge
And ignore,
Who cares to move them
Or to feel moved by their plight?
Stopped in their tracks,
Bodies strewn
In shocked finality.
Our graceful emblems,
Broken limbs pointing
North East South and West.
Their eyeless gaze
Tracing bloody entrails.
Tina Pech
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