It's finally gone...

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It was here, by the telephone pole, for two whole and hot days. Lifeless tail. Mouth open. Eyes empty. Fur alive with flies. I thought it was never going to go away. I can't count the number of dead rats, squirrels, and crows I've seen be removed only by the very slow work of time. (Curiously, or maybe not that curiously, some men and women who also have not been treated kindly by time, would casually eat food from St. Francis House in the company of this dead animal. Only life on the streets can give you that kind of stomach.)