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Emily
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08 July 2008

July #5

Driving
down country roads
headlights on
against the dark
when a sudden turn down a hill
lights up one thing:
an innocent white tail
tiny and low
bobbing much too close
to your headlights.
it is too close
and too soon
to react.
you can only watch,
and grieve prematurely.
Posted by Emily at 21:30
Labels: bunny, poem

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