i killed a cat

a white one.

not 10 minutes ago.

it ran out into the street from the bushes lining the east coast parkway.

and i squashed it beneath my driver's side front tyre.

i saw it roll around a little bit in the rear view mirror as i sped away at approximately 85 km/h in the center lane.

when i got home, i got out of the car and inspected the front wheel for some remnance of the life i just took.

there was none. no blood. no splatter. nothing. the journey back must have spun whatever might have ended up on the wheel away.

there was probably a smell, but i have a cold.

i don't know if i would have wanted to see or smell anything.

i just thought maybe there should have been more to a life than a 'thud' beneath a wheel.

there is none.

except these stupid words in cyberspace.

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they say animals can sense when you've killed one of their own. i'll let you know.