Day or night, most caused by speeding wheels
The irresponsible driver cuts through
The roads be it narrow and dim
A trike, an SUV, a truck or whatever
A cat is not safe for being strayed and homeless
They cannot outrun these monsters on the road
There are days and nights I saw dead cats
On a highway, on a sidewalk, on a footbridge, on a busy street
Sprawled, flat-dead most of them are kitties
Days will pass that no one will pick them up
As if their deaths reached the standard of normalcy
The state of being usual, who cares? Let it be
Now laid flat, dried and unrecognizable
The meow became a part of the asphalt road
Now the pedestrians will no longer squirm, and utter . . . .. . YUCK!!
Our culture depicts who we are as a human race
If we can't take care of the lesser, then why we ask for the better
Incoherence lurks in the shadows of those who don't care
cuisonjohnie@gmail.com Writings 2017 #03
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