Pondering Persistence

driving home this past Thursday I passed a rodent that was halfway to roadkill. his head was smeared on the asphalt and aesthetically punctuated by the protruding fragments of his fractured skull. still, though, he thrashed against the yellow lane line and swung his small fists at the air because he still believed he could survive. i went wondering home and i've been laying ever since in bed next to the bullet.