The soul is the same in all living creatures, although the body of each is different. ~ Hippocrates
Disturbingly, I heard a bird's last death cry yesterday - a sparrow, presumably clipped, while flying, by a passing car . I heard it scream, while circling in the air once - before quickly expiring in the street.
Three hours later, almost in the same spot as when I witnessed the bird, I spotted a furry little thing laying alongside my building. Because of all the autumn yellow leaves scattered around it, I couldn't tell if it was some sort of women's accessory, or a mouse. I carefully touched it with the tip of my shoe - and a little pink mouth opened. It's fur was black, spotted with silvery white hairs - it was a bat. I don't know bats from beans, but I thought it was probably dying.
I left it alone, further disturbed on my corner of little deaths.
Hope lives on though - the bat had managed to crawl up the wall a few hours later. Was it just hibernating? Cold?
It was gone this morning.