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 it.
So I went back to spot where it lay on the side of road, using a shoebox from 'Rag and Bone', and I scooped it up into the box.
Tears ran down my face..
Its blood left a perfect imprint of its body on the asphalt after I pushed him into the box.
I took the shoe box and placed it in the median where the wildflowers bloom ever year.
Have we no mercy for anything but ourselves?