Dead Kitten

Yesterday, coming home from work...I drove past a dead kitten. I was not the only one...many commuters did the same thing.

Yet, no one did anything...just went about their daily commute.

Again, today, on my way home I drove by the kitten.

I could not stand another commute home seeing him.

So tonight, I went back with a beautiful sho4 box from 'Rag and Bone' and a glove.

I tried hard not to cry as I approached it, but tears ran down my face anyway.

Cars were passing by at 60 miles an hour on the road and no one seemed to care.

I did, and I used the top lid of the show box to roll him over into the box.

His bodily fluid and blood left a perfect imprint of his slain body on the asphalt.

I walked the shoe box over the medium where there were still wildflowers blooming, and I tucked the box underneath them.

The blonde is sad tonight.

Have we no mercy on anything but ourselves?