God Got On The Way

He thought he could easily glide But on the road hit his head The dog was on the other side The dog wasn’t fed. In that wee hour he bled The winter fog lay dense The poor dog remained unfed There wasn’t an ambulance. A little faster and he could make it But he landed on his head The car had him deadly hit The dog wasn’t fed. A few steps and he could be there But he was lying with a swollen head God he was not fair The dog wasn’t fed. He could have taken his time to cross to the other side The car could have seen him and not knock his head But ifs and buts as always leave possibilities wide He was so keen on it but the dog couldn’t be fed. His eyes askance gazed lifeless at the sky His blood stained the road red Though a kind soul that made an honest try God saw the dog wasn’t fed.