Soil creatures.

Someone ran over a possum outside our house. I just arrived home from band practise, and it was there in the middle of the road, three small pools of blood swirled around the poor creatures soft, limp body.

I didn’t want to leave it there… it didn’t seem right. Dad helped me move it into the backyard so we can bury it in the morning.

Poor little thing. I hope death came swiftly.