Morning showed a new crack in the abused plastic fender
Fur stuck in the tape where I’d patched up the rest

Had you been there I know I would have pulled over
Together we’d have offered the scavengers’ feast

Alone though, I drove on screaming I fucking tried
I had prayed I had slowed for the creatures of twilight

I taped up the fender I left there the fur
Destruction, creation, adventure, remember