Prayer for a Kitten

Driving South on 75 today I swore I saw a kitten on the highway. Smack dab in the middle. At first, I thought it was a plastic bag, but it didn't fly up with the air of passing cars as plastic bags do. I don't know how it had survived up until then, and who knows how long it lived. I saw its fear, as cars going seventy missed it by inches. It turned it's head into it's fluffy chest, praying, perhaps, for some miracle. Helpless, I continued to drive, only able to call the police and hope for its life. What terror. What smallness, and preciousness of life in the middle of a highway.