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 show 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?