crossing the road, seems
to have a death
wish.
i can't make him out
in the headlights,
but his eyes
are shiny.
he could be a possum,
a porcupine,
a sloth
of some sort trying
to get to the other side.
but he waits,
he hesitates and rises
on his squat legs.
his little furry arms
are open
as if welcoming me.
he's done
with this life, it's almost
like he's asking
me to speed up
and end things.
i think there must be trouble
at home, tired from
all that foraging
in trash cans, dealing
with ungrateful
kids, his promiscuous
wife.
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