Best Sorryhome Poems

I Just Drove By

Driving home from work it had 
                              snowed all night again.
My car looked like a wedding cake
                              thickly frosted, and white.
I was tired and bleary and the roads were
                              slick and wet.
I drove home like an old lady in my
                              frosted blue Corvette.
And then I saw a sight that
                              made my poor heart lurch,
on an icy median across from
                               a church.
A black and white cat posed
                              like a  loaf of bread,
he looked like he was sleeping but
                              I knew that he was dead.
I wish I could have saved him, given him
                              love and warmth and care,
But instead I just drove by him, I just
                              left him sitting there.


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