Why Animals Sleep So Close to the Road

In a world spun by moonlight, and the twinkle of the stars,
There are tales we tell our children, from the front seat of our cars.
To ease their curious minds, and to erase the harrowing scars,
Of why animals sleep so close to the road, beneath the night's memoirs.

"Darling, do you see the fox, on the edge of the lane,
Huddled up like a ball, amidst the shadows in the main?
Do you wonder why it slumbers, under the moon's gentle reign,
Just a leap away from traffic, a whisper from the mundane?"

"The creatures of the wild, they have a secret pact,
To guard us in our journeys, a clandestine fact.
As we traverse the asphalt, under the moon's act,
They serve as our silent sentinels, in a noble contract."

"Foxes, deer, and rabbits, all the nocturnal kin,
They nestle by the roadside, amidst the midnight's din.
Not a slumber of surrender, but a vigil they begin,
Their huddled forms are guardians, not victims to life's chagrin."

"They protect us from the unseen, from dangers of the night,
Their watchful eyes a beacon, in the journey's quiet fight.
Each creature a small sentinel, in the moon's soft light,
Standing guard over us, until the morning's sight."

"Remember, my dear child, as we drive under the sky so broad,
Each sleeping form is a blessing, a whisper of nature's laud.
We must respect their vigilance, with a grateful nod,
For they are the silent watchers, on the edges of the road."

Oh, the lies we weave for children, woven with love and care,
To shield them from life's harsh truths, under the moon's stare.
Innocence is fleeting, and reality sometimes a scare,
But through these lies, we tell them, 'the world can also be fair.'

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Bradley Hall is a tax expert that lives in Raleigh, NC with his wife, Amanda, and their dog, Yelena.