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Roadkill


The heat of the sun overtakes me as I lay Belly up, Waiting for a new nightfall. The loudness of looming insects echoes in my thoughts, But I can’t move away. Just listening…. The clunks and splats of my companions are etched in my ears, But I can’t shy away. Just listening…. Watching clouds roll by is how I spend my time. One would look like a tire tread, But I can’t look away. Just staring…. Then drops of wet rain would drown my eyes, But I can’t blink away. Just staring…. Alas, the darkness of dusk is finally cooling off the piercing asphalt, So I should sleep well tonight, Just listening, Just staring.
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