Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Road Kill Poetry: Dead Gator Blues
I had been here for 70 million years,
when your ancestors did first appear.
Not much of a threat, more of a treat ...
a tasty snack that stood upright on two feet.
Our small brains didn't worry,
As you became less and less furry.
What we couldn't know,
was that your brain would grow.
80 million years of adapting to the way things were,
never prepared us for asphalt and a four wheeled metal blur.
If we'd only known what a human brain can do,
like create roads, cars, condos, tv, and tofu,
We'd have made it a point to increase our feedin'
... and neither Adam nor Eve would have made it out of Eden.
Okay, be kind, that's a 15 minute poem with no rewrite before publishing.
I passed this dead gator on the road near Devils Hammock heading to work yesterday. It was freshly dead, struck by a car as it S-curved across the roadway.
Rich, red blood still seeped from the wounds, no clotting ... the heart may still have been beating when I turned around and stopped to photograph it.
We have a zillion gators in Florida these days, so one lost to a car is not a species issue, but it is still sad to me on an individual basis.
This gator had incredibly bad luck as this road just isn't that busy and it's only a narrow two lane road.
He should have made it.