I ran over a squirrel.
I saw it coming, tried to swerve the thingy,
It still kept coming and so I bust it.
The car stopped fifteen or twenty yards after.
I looked at the rear-view glass.
The squirrel didn’t move. On the road. I saw it.
A guy was walking that way as I was trying to swerve
The vehicle and now he walks past
And stops by the unmoving.
He looks back at me, looking back from the mirror
And I shift the thick gear, look at him, fixed,
And drive on.