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."
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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