A rabbit in my headlights late tonight
Twitching, flailing dying in the light
Me, I'm kind of scared, upset
Witness to the gruesome sight I met
I should have driven over it I thought
As its last frenzied battle was fought
Be merciful to it in its tragic state
But didn't realise until too late
It was just a small, sentient thing
On the edge of the abyss and giving in
And one living, conscious being
Could smell the fear that death will bring
David Clinch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rabbit-in-my-headlights/
