This piece is short and not so sweet. I was horrified at the number of dead animals I saw on the side of the road on a recent work trip to the Riverland.
They lie as they fall, strewn at random intervals along the side of the road. All mowed down by unsuspecting drivers, eyes blinded by the sun. Kangaroos. Foxes. Rabbits. Some are fresh carcasses, others are in various stages of decay. Hind legs skewed at odd angles, heads missing, guts puddled around split torsos, fur bleached pale in the sun. There is no dignity with this kind of death. Bodies are left to rot on the roadside, markers of lives that no one mourns.