In An Instant
The station wagon hurtled
through the grey of early morning;
a sudden dash of red betrayed a robin.
A rabbit dodged the churning wheels,
a flash of grey, and it was gone.
Snapped images are processed,
embedded or discarded;
some will stick while others fade away.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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