Epitaph.
She lies a sorry sight,
tail like brush-fire,
body tyre-squashed,
reddening the road.
Stark chequered legs,
shoulders hunched
as an epitaph
to her final attempt
at swift flight
from a dragon bent
on annihilation.
Eyes arrowed
for reaching home
and needy den
in last motherly run
she spurts on
to meet breath\'s end.
Feeding quest
stares from this dead
female fox as
new cubs wait scared
and hungry
while some uncaring
motorist speeds
on his negligent way
and C\'est la Vie
he indifferently says.