Tara Crown - Groundhog

A zooming, barreling
noisy thinking contraption
My attention
driving the scenic route
and closing in.
In a starle-panicked scurry
an aspiring little whim,
wellfed groundhog,
shot out from under thicket
and painfully speed-waddled
(spedawdled?)
across afternoon road.
Sleek brown coat
glimmering gold sunlight
couldn't camouflage
it's lazy white belly
or flat hideous tail
dragging the dirt.
Barely seen and
quickly forgotten
it moved
to dart away from observation
and disdain.
Found another bedraggled bush
to safely hide beneath
and take shelter from
obnoxious aknowledgement.
Those crushing wheels
that whiz by from
time to time,
black-toothed biting rubber.
Sometimes leave bloodied skidmarks
that smell like judge and jury.

Tara Crown

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