Dear Poor Little Dead Squirrel in the Middle of the Road,
I am so sorry for taking your life away.
It was dark and you were reckless running in the middle of the street like that.
I am forced to drive by your little body every day.
Water fills my eyes every time I am forced to pass you.
For all I see is a maggot infested body and a dissolving pelt of fur.
I am so sorry.
I hope in the next life you can forgive me.
With a broken heart,