[ 01082007 1.44am traumatic. ]

other than seeing myself on tv in my most major role to date, i watched a cat get knocked down by a car.
that adds up to a pretty traumatic night.

the cat.
was bouncing around playfully under a tree, white paws and grey stripes.
white whiskers, nice shiny coat.
hopped onto the road.
when it reached the middle lane, i turned to look away.
heard an explosion.
turned to see it hopping back limping and falling over.
crawled onto the pavement, stomach heaving.
opened its mouth in a couple of silent cries.
kicked at nothing.
and was motionless.
eyes open, still looked alive. whiskers twitching gently.
its chest gave a few last ripples.

its amazing how something that was so alive just seconds ago had life knocked out of it. reminds me of a line in a poem about how a careless wave of the hand could damage a fly's wings unknowingly.
life is so fragile.

its one thing to laugh at death, and another to see it in process. i'm the kind who wouldn't think twice if dared (with a bet) to pick up some remnant of a dead creature. but to see dying in action... is something i wouldnt wish on my enemy.