The Driver was ignorant to my presence
as I was ignorant to the oncoming headlights

The vehicle slightly brushed me
but at fifty miles an hour it was just enough
to knock my confident self on my hide

They swerved and slowed
with no intention of actually stopping
and I lay there helpless for a long while

The Vultures swooped in next to my corpse
picking at my injuries intricately
ingesting the rotting flesh

The Soul I once possessed began to float away
and to my surprise the vicious birds followed,
pecking at the being stealing my own

My consciousness hit me like a late release pain killer
and I regretted my zombie-like life I lead
prior to my winged saviors arrival

My hooves, all four, hit the ground within milliseconds
of one another and I realize one thing
I am alive, I am free to graze, I will survive.