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The death of a mouse, the birth of something else

A mouse on the side of the road,
not moving or trying to hide.
How it was missed by rotating masses
of rubber and steel
is anyone's guess but I digress.
I got off my bike in the middle of a ride,
the one I take to escape the tribe,
and moved this small bit of fur
off the road and away from a roadkill.
Crawling toward me
I immediately shrink back
afraid of being bitten.
Poisoning I surmised,
as I held it in my hands until it died.
I felt connected to something
yet unable to describe,
that small acts of useless empathy
still have power over our lives.
Epilogue
I rode home cutting short the ride,
went out to a coffee shop crowded with people,
finding comfort being near humanity.
Written by APissPoorShaman (Ryszard)
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