Like a tornado the ravens circle,
as roadkill litters the highway, sitting in piles by the roadside.
Scurry, scurry little ones,
lest you be picked off.
Your senses are keen but never keen enough.
For who can see
every act, every thought, every disease,
every evil deed gone awry
or to perfect plan
coming down the road.
So be careful little creatures;
look with eyes wide as you cross the dark road.
and perhaps most of you will
survive the night.
by Philip Wardlow 2013