“Crash”

 

I sit outside

The wind rustling through the trees,

The intimidating bark of the dog,

Drowning out the peaceful chirping of the blue jays.

 

The serene scene is quickly changed,

The repulsive smell of motor oil trials through the air,

There's an ear splitting screech

A constant recharge of a battery

 

The sound goes flat,

The motorist is off.

It hummers down the road,

Leaving a buzz.

 

Then it’s peaceful.

Back to hear the birds,

The world falls silent.

Followed by the violent wails of sirens,

Apprehension flows

Unexpected death falls upon us

 

Nicole Sousa December 6th, 2016