Chipmunk

O Little one
flattened by the wheel
 of some innocuous trip
  to work, to school, to the grocers
You lay accursed in this driveway
 how could your nimble speed
 be overrun by the suburban 5 mph
As I pick you up I see
 not crimson blood bursting
  from your mouth
 but some bright berry you were
  scurrying away with