today on my lunch break, driving

I saw road kill. Well, not exactly road kill. It was half on, half off the road. With it's face tucked into the crevice between the pavement and the dirt on the side of the road. Most people are more bothered by the gore-exploded roadkill that happens when something is mauled by a car and dies immediately, but I found myself really really really feeling for this poor lil' guy, as peaceful as he looked...because his placement and positioning meant that he was struck, and then crawled to the edge of the road to die. I wonder how he felt.