Did no one hear his mournful cry?

As he lay roadside moaning

Moving much slower than he ought

Did he think, if I could only fly?

 

Poor, poor badger, did not stand a chance

And now he’s dead

Was he blinded by the headlights, why did the driver not stop?

The children said.

 

OH! Came the prompt cold adult reply

(As the badger lay there prone)

It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t move quickly

From the back seat came the mournful cry.

© Chris Black. May 2018

Life, sometimes it’s grey around the edges?

Did no one hear his mournful cry?

As he lay roadside moaning

Moving much slower than he ought

Did he think, if I could only fly?

 

Poor, poor badger, did not stand a chance

And now he’s dead

Was he blinded by the headlights, why did the driver not stop?

The children said.

 

OH! Came the prompt cold adult reply

(As the badger lay there prone)

It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t move quickly

From the back seat came the mournful cry.

© Chris Black. May 2018