Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Roadkill Prayer

For all animal lovers! Really! En route to work, a passing motorist holds a funeral for a squirrel hit by a car... the Roadkill Prayer.
So, I turned around and drove back. I parked. I got out and searched through the trunk, coming up with some cardboard and a plastic lid with which to move his body. As I moved toward his body, one squirrel was trying to move his body, little legs widespread, pushing the body toward the curb with great difficulty. I paused as a truck approached, put my hand up to indicate slow down, and waived the driver around. I turned back to the body. He, for he was clearly male, was dead. I was relieved for that much for his own sake and for mine, as I do not know what I would have done if he were still alive and suffering ever so slowly to death from crushed innards. His right-hand eye was popped clear out of its socket. His teeth were pushed clear forward nearly out of his mouth, blood beginning to dry on his lips. I stooped down and scooped his furry tan-and-black body onto the hard plastic lid using the piece of cardboard. I moved his body to the side of the road beneath a three evergreen trees.

I placed his body on the ground, resting his paws in his breast, and having no spade with which to dig, I did my best to cover his body with earth using the plastic lid which I’d used to move his body. And with one squirrel on the ground to my left observing, another nearby in a tree chattering, and the third to my right up another tree, I made the Sign of the Cross, paused with them for a moment of silence, and then raising my hands in the orans position, I chanted aloud a version of my “Roadkill Prayer”:

Blessed are you, O God of all creation, we give you thanks for the life of this squirrel, your creature. Now receive him into your eternal care where he might enjoy you forever according to his estate; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

I closed with the Sign of the Cross. Yes, it all felt a little silly at near 8:00 AM on a workday morn. A man was mowing his law across the street. What must he have thought as I stood there praying with three very twitchy squirrels momentarily still? Another Bay Area freak?

But the gesture was profoundly right. I was changed. It is as if scales began to fall from my eyes just a bit. Who pauses to mourn a squirrel? To think anew about how we drive without care of our surrounds and those who inhabit them with us? There are countless millions of these pesky rodents. Yet, this squirrel was a fellow creature, a unique creation of flesh and blood whom God declared “good, indeed, very good.”
With thanks to Episcopal Cafe. Cross posted at The Peace Tree.

3 comments:

  1. I'm glad it isn't just me! I accidentally ran over a squirrel this evening on the way to Evening Prayer (it ran under my car). I turned around and would have taken it to a wildlife center, but it was past help. On my way home, I picked up the body with some plastic sheeting I keep in my trunk. By then it had been run over several times and looked ghastly. I buried it in my backyard and said a prayer. But I like your "Roadkill Prayer" and will keep a copy in my car. I suppose there are billions of squirrels but it's still painful to see a crushed one, and even more painful when you caused the crushing. I'm struck by the fact that three other squirrels attended the funeral, and that one even tried to move the body. They care for each other! Thank you for your post.
    Sara F

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  2. I'm glad it isn't just me! I accidentally ran over a squirrel this evening on the way to Evening Prayer (it ran under my car). I turned around and would have taken it to a wildlife center, but it was past help. On my way home, I picked up the body with some plastic sheeting I keep in my trunk. By then it had been run over several times and looked ghastly. I buried it in my backyard and said a prayer. But I like your "Roadkill Prayer" and will keep a copy in my car. I suppose there are billions of squirrels but it's still painful to see a crushed one, and even more painful when you caused the crushing. I'm struck by the fact that three other squirrels attended the funeral, and that one even tried to move the body. They care for each other! Thank you for your post.
    Sara F

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  3. I'm glad it isn't just me! I accidentally ran over a squirrel this evening on the way to Evening Prayer (it ran under my car). I turned around and would have taken it to a wildlife center, but it was past help. On my way home, I picked up the body with some plastic sheeting I keep in my trunk. By then it had been run over several times and looked ghastly. I buried it in my backyard and said a prayer. But I like your "Roadkill Prayer" and will keep a copy in my car. I suppose there are billions of squirrels but it's still painful to see a crushed one, and even more painful when you caused the crushing. I'm struck by the fact that three other squirrels attended the funeral, and that one even tried to move the body. They care for each other! Thank you for your post.
    Sara F

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