I notice each road **** as I pass -
My anxiety peaks -
Sadness overwhelms me -
I'll admit - sometimes, even my eyes do leak.

These poor innocent creations of God -
No match for man's menacing machines -
For them - a trip across the road is life and death -
Sadly, there is no in-between without wings.

Like you and I, they have and had families too -
But.... ignorance and cold hearts don't care -
They just keep running them over as if they were nothing -
I'll admit - on my mental health this wears.

I'll admit -
Like humans, the waters surface never tells​ me its depth -
I'll admit -
I will adore all of God's creations until my last breath -
Even on Route #62 my heart weeps for their death.

Not only does the highway not care -
But ....
Nor does the percentage of humans that drive on there -
It's something I will never get -
I admit....



written by me... ..