THE SMELL OF DEAD RACCOON--an edit + change in second stanza

THE SMELL OF DEAD RACCOON
Down a two-lane highway
one midnight near Macon, Georgia
an eighteen-wheeler came barreling through
like a bullet on a target straight and true.

the air was heavy with the smell
of dead raccoon.
warning to all woodland creatures
Death was speeding in their direction.

a deer at a crossing
heeding no warning
was found the next morning
wheel marks across his middle
and as most animals do
smelled a little like dead raccoon too.

innocence sees the moment only.
ignorance sees what it wants to see
funny how many humans
end up smelling like dead raccoon