Shelter
I found a stray kitten in the woods,
it died while I drove it to the shelter.
It would have died in the snow anyway.
Friends are calling,
they want an intervention.
I don't reply,
too busy driving the dead
across a finish line.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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