CASCADE AVENUE

CASCADE AVENUE  

 

There was blood in the snow 

Torn skin 

Crushed bone 

The cat was crossing the road 

Crossing alone 

 

Big tires 

Macho truck 

Pay no mind to the little stuff 

Stupid asshole didn’t even hit the breaks 

 

An indirect hit 

Left half alive 

The cat dragged itself to the snow covered sidewalk 

 

With a grace that I envy  

The cat embraced the pain 

 The confusion  

The slow transition 

The point where living turns to dying 

 

No whimpering like a dog 

No crying out like a human 

No begging for life 

The cat just curled into a ball 

And waited 

 

No help would come 

Nine lives to none 

The cat was crossing a road 

Crossing alone