Squished

On my morning walk, on a country road, I saw a bird, a mouse, a toad All flattened out, completely squished - Not quite the ending they'd have wished. Though traffic's light, these heedless three Ignored precautions, unlike we, Who'd look both ways before we'd cross; Not doing so assured their loss. The mouse, who runs and toad, who jumps, Predictably would take such lumps But I can't comprehend just why The bird did not take wing and fly. I'm sure their brethren might await A similar unlucky fate, For crossing roads has such appeal It warrants squishing 'neath a wheel.