poem of the day November 11 

As I drove

down to town

the highway 

was was full 

of roadkill

Squirrels

Chipmunks

A Skunk

Racoons

even a Fox

but when I got to 

the outskirts of town

I began to get

a strange 

weird feeling

The roadkill 

so plentiful

only miles before

had suddenly 

disappeared

There was not 

even a trace of

a single creature

It was then I realized

They were eating the SQUIRRELS

They were eating the RACOONS

THEY WERE EATING THE ROADKILL