ducks crossing route 66

as you drive
down route 66
at 70 miles per
hour, your exit
looms ahead, so
you get into
the right lane,
using your blinker,
and come to a line
of stop and go
traffic advancing
slowly off the road.
the left of you though
is three lanes of
speeding traffic,
rolling fast,
then you see the ducks.
a mother duck,
and six small
brown ducklings
to your right, coming
up through
the grass from
under the guard rail
where a small
pond sits. you move
past them as they step
into the road.
you are sick to see
this, but glad that
you won't see what
happens next.
you'd like to think
that there is some
moral to this story,
like
don't trust your parents,
but there isn't.
it's just nature
doing what nature does.
living, then dying.