From the bus window
I spot a dead rat on it's side,
a fresh red slit down its stomach,
in the middle of the driveway,
in a good part of town.
I wonder how it happened.
Did it lose a race with a sporty red coupe?
Did it lose a battle with a sharp-clawed cat?
Its struggle is over,
but I think about that rat
for the rest of the day.
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