How Many Today?

 

How many today?

How many didn’t get away?

Doesn’t matter anyway.

There’s still enough to say

where we’ll be someday,

someday soon.

How this will all play

in another couple moons.

It’s easy to drive slow,

miss a rabbit or a deer.

It’s easy to know

your excuse is veneer.

Do you really believe,

that they can foretell

a snowy delight or a warmish hell?

How many today?

How many didn’t get away?

Too many to avoid,

so a decision is made.

The path of least carnage

is the choice I am afraid.

Mar Startari, copyright 2020

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