Karen - Lookout Mountain
It took a moment - my gut knew it first - still I did not stop or turn around, I drove on.
It was a good day. Beautiful sky. A cool breeze. I was wondering about this place with so much pollen that it collects as a fine dust of yellowing over everything even the pools of water after a hard rain. Parkery Parker in the back seat (our chewing machine - er - puppy), we were headed home up the mountain - a swervey curvy mess of a great ride. In my little Fiat I like to imagine myself part of an English spy film as I drive up at night.
But there in the middle of the road - you know already don't you - an animal. It could have been anything, it was brown, nondescript, long, mostly it was dead. I hate that, the sight and feel of seeing an animal killed by a car. I heard once that animals dieing this way is a clear sign that we humans had taken up too much of the planet.
I drove on. ... What should I do???
I drove on. ... What could I, me only me, do???
I drove on. ... What about the traffic if I went back???I drove on. ... What would I do with the body - this little life that was someones pet?
I drove on. ... What should I do about telling - someone - about this death?
I drove on. ... What if the person doesn't know and worries - unsure forever what had happened?
I drove on. ... What if I can't do it, what if I can't pick up ...
I drove on. ... What would I want if it was my pet???
I drove on. ... and then I turned around.
A reusable grocery bag from trade show in hand I did the only thing I would want from someone else
that saw Roxanne, or Max, or Dylan, or Bogart, or Icke, or Leo, or Grey Max, or Ruppert, or Simon, or Edju, or Kitten, or Suki, or Pie, or little Parkery Parker to do - I went back down the mountain and picked her up. Walking back to the car I waved down someone passing into a nearby drive way and asked - Did they own a cat? Yes. One had been killed - did they...? No.
So it was mine to lay this body down. I went into the woods (this is a mountain after all) and covered her as best possible. I said goodbye with a tear (odd really this life was not mine to mourn) and a prayer. It felt impossible really to know what should be done, but there was nothing else to do.
So I went back to the car and Parkery Parker.
I drove on. ...
It took a moment - my gut knew it first - still I did not stop or turn around, I drove on.
It was a good day. Beautiful sky. A cool breeze. I was wondering about this place with so much pollen that it collects as a fine dust of yellowing over everything even the pools of water after a hard rain. Parkery Parker in the back seat (our chewing machine - er - puppy), we were headed home up the mountain - a swervey curvy mess of a great ride. In my little Fiat I like to imagine myself part of an English spy film as I drive up at night.
But there in the middle of the road - you know already don't you - an animal. It could have been anything, it was brown, nondescript, long, mostly it was dead. I hate that, the sight and feel of seeing an animal killed by a car. I heard once that animals dieing this way is a clear sign that we humans had taken up too much of the planet.
I drove on. ... What should I do???
I drove on. ... What could I, me only me, do???
I drove on. ... What about the traffic if I went back???I drove on. ... What would I do with the body - this little life that was someones pet?
I drove on. ... What should I do about telling - someone - about this death?
I drove on. ... What if the person doesn't know and worries - unsure forever what had happened?
I drove on. ... What if I can't do it, what if I can't pick up ...
I drove on. ... What would I want if it was my pet???
I drove on. ... and then I turned around.
A reusable grocery bag from trade show in hand I did the only thing I would want from someone else that saw Roxanne, or Max, or Dylan, or Bogart, or Icke, or Leo, or Grey Max, or Ruppert, or Simon, or Edju, or Kitten, or Suki, or Pie, or little Parkery Parker to do - I went back down the mountain and picked her up. Walking back to the car I waved down someone passing into a nearby drive way and asked - Did they own a cat? Yes. One had been killed - did they...? No.
So it was mine to lay this body down. I went into the woods (this is a mountain after all) and covered her as best possible. I said goodbye with a tear (odd really this life was not mine to mourn) and a prayer. It felt impossible really to know what should be done, but there was nothing else to do.
So I went back to the car and Parkery Parker.
I drove on. ...
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