A deer was veering swerving cars,
until she was hit square on by ours.
Her death made it oh so clear
that we should not run from our fears.
Sad at the loss of my best friend.
Angry for his life’s early end;
I saw a roadkill squirrel’s form
showing me nature’s apathy toward gore.
The World cares not for my soul,
Nature offers us no special role,
but to live and die like all the rest
no greater than the smallest pest.
—Sabio Lantz, July 2015
Prompt: CC, at D’Verse Poets, asks us to “Write a poem of 25 lines or less about how nature has healed, soothed, or inspired you.” Nature can sooth suffering by telling us we are not alone. She reminds us that we too are animals, treated no better and no worse.