This poem is based on a real incident that occurred as I traveled to Richmond on a back road one morning years ago.
I’m glad my hit-and-run obsessive-compulsive disorder was not active at the time, or I would probably still be at the scene, driving back and forth, checking for bodies.
The incident still raised my anxiety level and affected me enough to make me write about it.
On the Road to Richmond
By Tina Fariss Barbour
I thought it would get out of the way in time.
Buzzard, black and gray crypt
around the squirrel/rabbit in the road.
I thought it would sense my car,
would know when to rise,
to crook over the hood and roof.
I’d look behind to see it attack again.
But it miscalculated,
greedy for another bite.
I pulled on the steering wheel as if it were reins,
as if the car could rear back, swing hoofs,
but the bird knocked into the windshield,
flogged the glass.
A swerve, a brake.
It flew off into the woods,
Not ready for the call.
Have you ever had a surprising encounter with nature?