poetry

Death Watch

he nudged her,
his fallen mate,
and I could swear
I saw the tear drop
fall.
huddled near
the train tracks,
the ducks honked
their grave concern.
but one,
distraught,
and limping,
flung himself
toward every passing car.

 

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