Ode to Road Kill
O sweet possum, how do I love thee
I love thee flat, tenderized by
a speeding car, seasoned by tar
and salty dirt, I sigh.
I forget thee not, briar rabbit
too slow thou were today
but I will makest value of your death
In a stew for Ida May.
Pity the jumping squirrel
that missed his lofty limb
and smashed into a bumper
glad I am that thou canst swim.
Oh road kill makes me giddy
it feeds me day to dayest
a meal, nay two, for all of us
So hit em all I sayest.
© Copyright 2002 Amawitch-granny witch
