Roads

Wed, 01/17/2018 - 19:51 -- kelbel4

A squirrel scampers across the road

Seeking adventure in a big world

Eyes bright, tail bushed, quick paws

Yet, in a flash, the pause is eternal 

Perhaps a big world crushes big dreams

 

A bird soars through the crisp air

Chasing her brother as they race

Wings flutter, a chirp comes from her beak

Yet a beacon of light is her last sight

Perhaps every race has a loser

 

A mother racoon waddles across the street

Heading home to feed her children

Her striped head glances, ears hear a sound

The final destination she reaches is eternal 

Perhaps the road one takes

matters afterall 

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