I saw a bug die on the windshield,
His guts flying everywhere.
I saw a bug go splat on the glass,
And I didn’t even care.
I watched the body get blown away
And rejoiced that he was gone.
I watched his soul ascend and considered
“What if he’d been driving along?”
I saw a bug go splat on my care windshield
And it changed my perspective a hue.
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