by Janine Phillips
A lump in the road, no traffic flow;
I pull over slow and with shovel in tow…
I go.
Brown little lump just up ahead,
A puddle of blood tells me he’s dead.
Prodding and scooting, my shovel and I
move the brown little lump off to the side.
His body is limp, still radiates heat;
His mouth opened slightly, I see tongue and teeth.
I move him again and see the twitch of his paw,
I stop and I study, but see nothing more.
At last, he’s moved to the side of the road.
Head bowed, I say farewell to his soul.
I turn to leave, but am mesmerized,
as the brown little lump opens his eyes.
He looks at me, for a second or two,
long enough to show me his eyes of blue.
Then his lids grow heavy, and at last he is gone,
as I stand in the road, with my shovel, alone.
Not everything is black and white when it comes to love
Janina Grey 