Advice from the Other Side

Poetry is the language of profound observations, and I wouldn't want it to be said that I did not aspire to literary achievement, so here is a cautionary tale as an account of personal experience in traditional lyrical style.

An armadillo in repose
With outstretched arms and pensive nose
Extended to the sky.
Only the armadillo knows the reason why
It’s lying in the road.
Perhaps it paused to think great thoughts
And having thought of lots and lots,
It stood up to command attention,
Preparing for the exposition,
Of insights too profound to mention,
When in due course it was fatally struck
By a careless, careening pickup truck.

Take counsel all you small and great,
When legs are short and hazards wait,
Don't dawdle in obtuse reflection,
Inviting horrible dissection.
Recollect the armadillo
Snuggling asphalt for a pillow.

Here's thinking for you.
Iffy