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Strange how weird thoughts enter my mind. I’ll be thinking something, then they jump right in, like how when I was much younger, I wasn’t so kind, not as caring and sympathetic as I might have been. Take whenever I’d be the one to create more road kill : Once while driving along in my VW bug, windows down, wind blowing my hair - yes, back then I HAD hair still - I ran over two huge grasshoppers, with a loud crunching sound. They were too busy copulating in the middle of the road to jump away. I shouted “Look! I just squashed a romance.” (I know, bad as “Frog legs for supper!” for a flattened toad...) I enjoyed making a joke out of road kill at every chance. Nobody cares about bugs or toads, but how about a cat? Once this young cat darted into the street in front of my car. Hearing the thud, I looked back. He was alive - I saw that... I said “Well, he’s down to eight! That’s one life he lost so far.” I drove on my way that day, giving that hurt cat not a care 35 years ago. Nowadays he lives in my dreams, making me cry. I feel his suffering. I see a child grieving over her pet so dear. How I hope he survived, that I wasn’t the reason for him to die. |
Harry Edward Gilleland 04.09.02