The Dead Girl

At first I didn’t see her, .

There, half hidden in the leaves.

In the early morning darkness

Nothings ever what it seems.

The leaves were wet and sticky

but not with morning dew.

The smell of blood assaulted me

Now what was I to do?

She must have been a jogger

on an early morning run.

-Was she the victim of a killer

or dead from a “Hit and run”?

Was someone, somewhere worried?

That she wasn’t back on time

I know that I would go insane

Were she a child of mine.

I checked around to see if

There were clues upon the ground..

Just then a squad car passed by-

Frantically, I waved them down.

I couldn’t help the Cops much

-I had driven my wife to the train..

I’d dropped off my car for service

My mechanic will say the same.

I gave the cops my name and number

An ambulance was called.

They were told they need not hurry

-Just a removal to the morgue.

poem by John F. McCullagh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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