Roadkill Choices (pt. 2)

The students were so very sure they could save the dead baby deer – one promised me over break she would write a sequel to “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” called “If You Give a Deer a C-Section.” Now that’s a children’s book William Stafford should have read before he callously killed that baby deer!

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 6th Period

Morgan Z.

Elf, 8:00, couches, night, running dog
5 minutes pass, now here’s the situation,
socks, pjs, faster, tears, dog can’t get up
ER for pets, come on! Faster!

Waiting, small room, heart failure, fast,
why? Any other way?
No, I’m sorry, be back in a few.

1:30AM. I got the call.
Goodbye Bailey.
I miss you.

Julia S.

We hopped in the car:
10:13PM, what am I
doing with my life?
2 minutes passed,
how much longer?
Suddenly, the car jerks
to a stop. Stupid red
lights! We park and
walk in with confidence
as large as a big
animal. “I can’t do
it! I just can’t choose!”
I say to myself quietly,
but I know I have to.
That’s the moment I choose the chicken
nuggets over French

“The Thoughts of a Racoon”
Deena A.

Nobody likes me
Cause they think I’m ugly
And my cousin is across the street
I don’t know if I should go
It’s life and death for me.
If I run really fast
the cars might stop and let me pass
Here we go
I run, picking up speed
But by then, it’s the end of the line for me
My body explodes, my heart is gone
Why oh why, come on, come on
Another car comes
faster and faster
BOOM! There’s my liver
And my spleen
I hate all drivers cause they are mean.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 7th Period

“The Wild in the Woods”
Milo L.

I was walking in the bright sunshine
warming my face
I confront a deer gutted by some wild pack
The ribs were licked clean.
There was nothing left of this lively animal.
I backed away horrified to see the killers.
Three coyotes look at me with bloody faces.
I ran back looking behind me to see them gone.

“Getting Up in the Morning”
Jacob B.

In the morning my alarm goes off.
“Beep, Beep, Beep.” I give myself
five more minutes. “Beep, Beep, Beep.”
I give myself ten more minutes. My mom come in, screaming at
me to get up. I get up. Go to school.
And go back to sleep.

“Into the Darkness”
Jessica A.

As a bear cub is born,
Into the darkness,
It is afraid,
But its mother says,
“I am here”
The bear cub is comforted.

As the bear cub walks
With its mother
Into the darkness,
It is afraid,
but its mother says,
“I am here”
The bear cub is comforted.

As mother bear walks
to find food,
Into the darkness
A roar is heard
followed by a roar
The bear cub is scared
and mama doesn’t say “I’m here”
but the bear cub will wait patiently,
surely she’ll come back.

Mrs. Asvos
7th Grade, 8th Period

Jader B.


“Dog Roadkill”
Joel S.

There was an innocent friendly beagle
running across the road. It was
barking happily and excited.
Then a large 2003 Grand Caravan
appeared. It stopped and so did the dog.
He sat and stared at it. Then the
car sped at it! The dog tried to
get away but the car hit it. Both
left wheels crushed its bone.
Poor dog!

Sam K.

It’s Thanksgiving, the best time of year
We can finally eat the turkey. It looks good.
Grandpa Sal cuts the turkey and we see a
great surprise. We realized we paid for one turkey,
and we got two! The turkey was preggers, and
we named the baby Greggers. It was the
weirdest thing ever, besides last year’s Christmas. Don’t
get me started on Santa’s mistake.

Emily L.

I do not know what to write
My pen bounces against the table, restless, restless, restless.
My eyes dart around the room, desperate for a distraction.
I sigh.
Do I try and jot some useless words on my blank
sheet of paper or sit here and let the
time tick by while I do nothing to
try and seek inspiration from nothing at all?
I glance at the clock.
Time’s almost up.
With an inward groan, I begin to write the only thing
I can think of
“I do not know what to write…”



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.