When I saw you lying there so peacefully, I had to stop the car. Your body was still warm and flexible, your fur shiny and warm. I drove you home, I couldn’t leave you. Speeding along the country roads, images sprang into my head.
Holding you like a dead snake, I feel like the Madonna of roadkill.
Thank you for being such an exquisite corpse
Our life is made by the death of othersLeonardo da Vinci