Road-Shock.
She lies a pitiful sight,
firey tail
awash with new light,
tyre-impaled
flesh pooling in blood,
mouth full of dust.
Russet coat
grit-matted, hunched
limbs an epitaph
to desperate attempt
at flight
from the dragon bent
on annihilation.
Eyes arrowed readily
honed toward
safety\'s suckling-den,
leg-straggled
intention of thwarting
every danger.
Road-shock
stares from this dead
female fox,
cubs left defenceless
hungry die
while some uncaring
motorist flies
along country lanes,
unfeelingly bred.