Cindi Silva Poetry

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Roadkill

the deer
runs down the hill
in the familiar
neighborhood
she once knew
the track homes
now stand in the way
of what once was
a smorgasbord to her
and her babies
the now foreclosed
and emptied new homes
removed the plentiful
vegetation
for her and her young to
feed upon
confused, hungry, alone
she keeps searching
for the berries
the leaves and other sustenance
her family needs to survive
she samples whatever unknown vegetation
she finds along her way
mostly sparse
and continues to run down
the hill
blinded by bright lights
she stops and stares
as the SUV comes hurling
at her
the startled driver looks at her
swerves
and slams on his brakes
as he misses the frightened deer
and rams into the semi truck
on ongoing traffic
in the wrong direction
and becomes roadkill
instead of the deer
had it not been for swerving
and slamming his brakes
he probably would have
made it home to dinner
without a scratch
you never know what
lay in store for you
sometimes you’re the deer
sometimes you’re the roadkill

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Author: Cindi Silva Poetry

I'm an artist, poet, writer, activist and more. I like writing about the ordinary and transforming it to extraordinary, which I think it already is but you may have been to busy to notice. Sometimes I write about politics, love, relationships, and every day strife. If you like my blog, I invite you to follow me. Thanks for stopping by. Peace and great joy to you always! Cindi

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