Sometimes the world will make me cry.

Not because circumstances are worse,

Only because I need to cry. 

The world helps me along.

Tonight I drove home on a peaceful back road. 

I drove slowly, and with care, mindful the day's events had left me frustrated

Tired.  Needing succor

Near a garden, I slowed further

Pussy cat crossing the road,

Beautiful black tiger.

Mowed down by the man headed south

In the flat matte blue Ford pick up

I saw it happen.

I saw the result.

He was going to drive on. 

I backed into the driveway of the house next to the garden.

It was not their cat.

The man with the flat matte blue Ford pick up stayed

Until I ascertained they were not the owners

He left.

The people in the house

Helped me take care of poor pussycat's warm, soft body.

It was a quick death for the kitty.

While helping to move the corpse from the onslaught of rural traffic

On the first warm night of the wet, wet spring

A bee stung me on my cheekbone.

I drove away, the hot bite raised mark burning my skin.

I stopped.  I cried.  I recomposed

I came home and cried some more

Hugged my dogs

Pet my cats

Mourned that tabby cat gone somewhere else.

Prayed no one would be missing their  sleek, beautiful cat. 

There were no other houses to check.

The world made me cry today.

It knew I needed to.

I am better for it.

Blessings abound