The little brindled Dog
Lay dead by the side of the highway.
I only got the slightest of glimpses
Yet tears burst forth from the dams of my eyelids
As I drove.
The rain poured inside and out.
Only moments before,
My eyes were dry,
at the sight of a raccoon
(Though my heart filled with sadness)
In a similar state.
Connection is everything,
I once had a brindle grrl.
To know we are all connected.
And to still keep driving safely through the rain.