Silence was broken on the country lane
a screech of tyres and then a dull thud
she crawled from under the wheels
her fur all matted and covered in blood

To the side of the road she dragged her broken back legs
to safety and shade underneath a privet hedge
her singular desire is to get back to her cubs
she laps at her wounds tainted with drying mud

She knows her endeavours will be left to the wind
and the yelps of her pups will course the pain
all the shivers as she tries not to die
will leave her pups dying tragic, starved and alone

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris