Double hit today with poetry. This one I know is from my Poetry Workshop class that I took in college. I'm currently working on editing it, but this is fairly close to the original version with a few minor changes. Let me know what you think of "Crossing." Crossing Night came, and the darkness shrouded the earth. The doe looked out on the shadowed road, deciding the right time to cross. Her glass eyes reflected back the sparkling lights of coming cars and warned of the danger of that strip of black with lines of white and gold. But she went. And no thing stopped her. The buck came chasing the scent of the one who would be his tonight. But the black line came between the pair. So intent on his mate, the buck paid no heed to the blaring horn of the truck barreling down the hill. A flash, the tires screeching like an eagle call on high, then the explosion of rubber separating from metal. A shower of sparks, shattered glass, the only remains . |
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