To Get To the Other Side
Crashed my car as I swerved to miss a chicken crossing the road.
She stopped and stared as I got out to inspect the damage.
“Why were you crossing the road?” I yelled.
She turned away and walked off into the Winter night.
Stupid riddle.
Copyright © Tate Papworth | Year Posted 2016
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