Ode to the Armadillo
Armored creature
met his doom,
Blinded by lights
of a machine without room--
For escape.
Dragged down to concrete,
He died;
A chance to wander forests
Denied--
By me.
Killer not by will,
Mere chance;
Unwilling partner
in death's horrid dance--
Of fate.
Onward I drive,
He's left to die.
I catch my breath,
He heaves a sigh--
His last.
To atone,
It's all I can do
to sing this song,
To praise your life,
However long--
Now ended.