Fatal.
Dead.
She witnessed that.
He attempted to cross,
To cross the morning road.
She wasn't sure if he did that with a second thought.
She was sure he couldn't see.
Blind?
She saw that he was twitching.
As if detecting danger, took three steps back.
He was a miniture to his surroundings.
Momentarily still.
He twitched, again.
Once more, felt safe.
His second attempt, three steps forward.
She stood at the other side of the road.
Wondering if he'd be be able to make it through.
For his body was as small as a fallen leave.
He past the first car safely.
Phew.
She knew it.
Before he managed to complete the next three steps.
Momentarily still.
Still not moving.
The second car ran over him.
The third missed by an inch.
Then the fourth flattened him.
She witnessed the fatal accident. The only who did.
Rest in peace.
She prayed.
To the cockroach.
Died on 2 July 2007, Monday.
0812.
P.S.
Might be kinda weird that I actually posted this, for a cockroach.
Yes, I did witness the cockroach's death in the amist of waiting for the traffic light to turn red.
Who'd have noticed such thing besides me.
I have also seen a minipede trying to pass a crowd.
Failure.