Roads
A squirrel scampers across the road
Seeking adventure in a big world
Eyes bright, tail bushed, quick paws
Yet, in a flash, the pause is eternal
Perhaps a big world crushes big dreams
A bird soars through the crisp air
Chasing her brother as they race
Wings flutter, a chirp comes from her beak
Yet a beacon of light is her last sight
Perhaps every race has a loser
A mother racoon waddles across the street
Heading home to feed her children
Her striped head glances, ears hear a sound
The final destination she reaches is eternal
Perhaps the road one takes
matters afterall
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