This is why I hate to drive

[justcloudy]

He was a cat of royal breeding
back straight, eyes unblinking
stock still—a form of begging
tempted by meat grilling above...
slowly form and shape meld in
to plastic trapped on metal pole.

Feathers that had come so far
now lay smashed against the tar
flapping up from gusts of cars
implying life, not flight as gone...
marred plumage turns to spotted gray
old newspaper's dying form.

That giant snarling canine came
roaring out from dark again
creature emerging from the rain
crushing life beneath its claws...
foaming fangs convert to grills
on an old diesel moving van.

Links twist between eyes and mind
my lines are crossed and make me blind,
I see misery in trash, I find
demons stalking out in stealth...
my little frightened brain can't tell
what’s outside and what’s in.