This poem is about something that always makes me sad - animals hit by cars. Driving to a school on Wednesday morning, I saw a deer that had just been hit, and I guess I haven't been able to get it off my mind. Somehow it doesn't feel right that creatures who don't even drive are killed by our cars.
Students - I wrote this poem in my head while driving along dark country roads last night. When my ten-year-old daughter Georgia read it, she asked, "Why does it have to be a baby raccoon? That just makes the poem sadder." Sometimes life is sad indeed, and poems can be with us through our sadness. Writing about injustice or sad topics can sometimes help us make sense of the world. At the very least, it can help us find a word-home for our feelings.
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