Love is a wallaby on the road

This one is a favourite of mine.

Love is a wallaby on the road

Like a crushed up wallaby.

In the way of the car

In the dark

At night.

Poor wallaby twitching

Like a beating heart.

Blood escaping.

Wounded.

There goes my heart.

Trying to crawl off the road,

Out of the headlights

And into the waist high grass

On the verge of the road.

He rescued the wallaby,

Wrapped it in a rug and took it,

To an all night vet.

Who put it down without much ceremony.

He called me to tell me it had died.

But I already knew.