Night Crossing
Tail to nose, nose to tail
two raccoons raced across the road.
I slowed, but could not stop
and heard that awful thump.
Life
ended at my hand.
Though unwilling,
I am
nevertheless
guilty.
To whom do I atone?
In what court shall I be tried?
What is the penalty
for squandering such a life?
Already condemned
these past 10 months
as a widow.
You would have braked,
swerved,
yet you could not save
your own life
on another road.
Tail to nose, nose to tail,
two raccoons darted across the road
and now only one lives.
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