"And God, please let the deer on the highway get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall, soft grass and sweet reunion.

Let the moths in poeech lights go some place with a thousand suns,
That taste like sugar
And get swallowed whole.

May the mice in oil and glue traps have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies.

If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man."

- Althea Davis <33