Poor little raccoon
Your body strewn across the road
Many pass your body ignoring the life that has been extinguished
Car after car passes without stopping to mourn
Then an ignorant driver rolls over your corpse
He curses at the inconvenience you have caused him
Even in death you still have an impact on this world
Did you see it coming?
Was there one last thought going through your head as the car came rushing towards you?
Did you think about the risk before the crossing?
Is there a family waiting for you?
How long before their hunger forces them to move on without you?
Is there a heaven for you?
A place filled with garbage cans to rummage through?
Free from the dangers of this world?
I’d like to think so.