I watched a strange creature

I watched a strange creature
A type I’d never seen before
Injured beyond recognition
At the side of a road
The wounded creature grunted
As it gasped through its own blood
Contorting unnaturally in all directions
Struggling for the next breath
Its hind legs running without traction
The creature rolled side to side
On its crushed spine
As the remorseless killer sped away
Its eyes stared in a single fixed direction
The creature took a pause
Then resumed its contortions
Through a final, desperate gasp
As it imagined a swift departure
From its murderer’s path
“Does it end now?”
I asked the strange creature
“It doesn’t end until I say it ends”
It said as its breath started to clot