It ran across the road.
I tried to break in time,
But my car couldn’t have slowed.
I killed a squirrel today.
I felt the little bump,
As my car rolled over its body,
And added to nature’s dump.
I killed a squirrel today.
And once I passed, I looked back.
And there it was running across the road,
Fleeing death’s racetrack.
So I guess I didn’t kill a squirrel today.
Its body won’t remain.
My tires are clean from death,
My heart was spared the pain.
--Camille I., Adult