The Monarch

As I sped off down the road,
Rain pelting my windshield
I saw the magnificent creature
Only after it was too late.
As the color on the far wiper blade
Caught my eye
My heart sank,
my mind raced.
Is there an appropriate response
When something like this occurs?
I left it there.
I tried not to see it.
Using the wipers only
When I could no longer see the world.
Not so my very dead hitchhiker.
Orange and black,
Orange and black
Flashing brilliant against the grey.
Each swipe of the mechanical arm,
Shredding the delicate remains.

I struggle not to see it...
Not to think about it...
Not to let it in.

It never happened.