the animal grief

'twas the sight    
at hundred ten k an hour  
the whole moment    
from approach    
to passing    
over    
in a blink    
   
the roadkill    
   
its mate    
lay half mashed    
the pink and grey plume    
quite a contrast    
to the drab    
dark of the asphalt    
   
the partner    
seen running    
towards the body    
pushing, cajoling with its beak    
like a spouse in shock    
no different to a human    
   
it would trot away    
at the approach of    
another speeding killer    
charging    
at a hundred kilometers an hour    
   
then would come back    
pushing, cajoling    
its dead mate    
   
the sight    
ended all music    
in one car    
   
the moment    
the sight    
the grief    
brief    
in time    
yet    
permanent    
in its impact.