Dead on the road

    On highway one afternoon
    I Drive as I whistle away,
    I press softly on the peddle,
    to find lying in the middle
    a dog dead on the road.

    Open mouth and dripping toung,
    Huffing chest and wagging tail,
    Black eyes and slack thighs, of
    All that's left behind, is
    some flesh red on the road.

    Did it not see left or right,
    Did it not hear or see bright?
    Not content on the sidelines,
    Had it followed a scent flyin, or
    Had just strayed on the road?

    Had it eaten its heartfull before,
    Had it even barked throatful?
    Looking for some company or bone,
    Was it on its way home, or alone.
    Questions as I sped on the road.

    Would it have a name to call by
    Would it stir when a cat went by?
    Did it follow someone around,
    and rolled on the ground. Is it
     just playing dead on the road?
   
    I remember a familiar bark
    Mad jumps and face licks, "Hark!"
    I waiver, I slow down, somber,
    Was it someone's home member, the
    Dog that's dead on the road?

    Don't stare long in the mirror
    You can not choose to stop or
    Turn, this is a highway, look ahead,
    Here animals should be forbade, see
    What mess it made on the road!