It was late, and the sky had long past
burst and cleared into stars
when it ran from the trees, like a mass,
illuminated into white and fur
in the headlights. Its eyes were like two pearls.
I watched as it tumbled away
into the darkness, that broken filament,
and I waited until they came
to carry it away. They were two
silent meadows, eyes never reaching,
mouths never turning. I watched
the moon drift down on the horizon,
and it reminded me of the way
we stopped loving each other.