Treasure Island

Don Pearson

(12/01/1950 / England)

Driving


It was a good day to drive
home from Chertsey,
the sun shining, a dry road
and perfect for spotting wildlife.
In three hours
I counted eighteen badgers,
three foxes and two pheasants.
No deer today,
but a number of small lives
were so obliterated
that I was unable to identify
what they had been.

Perhaps this is why I prefer
driving in the lanes
around my home,
where I am still thrilled
by seeing these creatures alive
in the woods and fields.


23rd April 2013

Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 13, 2013
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