The Small Racoon
The small raccoon
In a sitting position
His head bowed
On the side of the highway
Gone was the creatures life
He wandered away for just a moment from mom
Startled by traffic
Disoriented
He just ran
Into the moving beasts
Those beautiful, young paws are stilled forever
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