Lack of Concern For Life
I drive slowly through a winding lane
Where white-tailed deer are often seen
I see, sadly, carcasses of creatures slain.
I am careful driving the fencerows between
Respecting the rights of the critters here
Where white-tailed deer are often seen.
Stopping to let a raccoon wander clear
And two squirrels who were in the path
Respecting the rights of the critters here.
I saw the remains of a sordid bloodbath
A car had slammed into a handsome buck
And two squirrels who were in the path.
I wondered why the driver it had struck
Who could not spare an innocent deer’s life
A car had slammed into a handsome buck.
When lack of concern for life seems rife
I drive slowly through a winding lane
Who could not spare an innocent deer’s life,
I see, sadly, carcasses of creatures slain.
written April 26, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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