the beauty of the underbelly

I came across the corpse of a forest elf.

His presence~ playful friendly magical~ was palpable.

I gently inspected him with a stick.

Yep, still dead.

He was in a relatively high traffic danger zone.
With distaste, I envisioned a zooming bicycle squashing his guts inside out.

He deserved more respect.

With reverence, I released him in to a nearby stream.

As he floated downstream on his new journey,

he waved goodbye with acknowedgement, approval, & appreciation.
His last request: share this story.

He's back home now.