Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Monday, October 04, 2004

Road Kill

Two cars approached on a dark highway.
They illuminated, if just for a moment,
the dull eyes of a hare. The deep forest of pines
watched and stood by--
each looking solitary and alone. The hare,
bathed in the warm, radiating light
at last saw the night revealed.

Unsure of how to feed it he leapt full force
into the light. Tires squealed
and headlights veered, the rabbit
left cowering against the dark.
He looked over at the twisted heap.
It steamed like a volcano, then
joined the pines in their solidarity.