Dead squirrel.
It just lays there.
It.
No name. No sex.
Female? Male?
Oblivious.
No knowledge of what it was. What it could have been.
Just dead.
A day or two ago a truck ran over the skimping squirrel.
People now only pass by it. Not caring of its carcass.
Bones show. Spine. Claws lost.
It's dead.
And we pass by it not knowing it exists.
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