Dreams entangled with hopelessness lie naked in my path.
Though the dead hound takes up a place dissolving into obscurity,
the road seems drenched in black.
Run-over by a speeding high-way monster,
the glassy eyes frozen from the final moments of frenzied terror,
the body now a mass of vacant cells in the pool of blood,
the vision sends heart-warming chills down my spine.
Crow cries pierce the air.
‘Here is a life that’s no more!’ I tell myself.
Not cared for… not asked about…
The scene plays host to the bustle of motor life.
Rusting engines not halting for rotting cells!
From the limp tail, dangles a past never heard of.
My eyes score the sky for eagles, but in vain.
‘Na’, I remind myself, ‘The eagles are too busy!’
Swooping down to get hold of unsuspecting fleshy victims,
why would they take notice of a highway canine tragedy?