are we almost home?

i could see it in the road
up ahead on shore drive
along the coast, between
the alley of dark trees
and sand. the road curved
at certain points, bent
in the lightless night.
the possum was in
the middle, hardly moving,
he seemed to sway,
teetering on his clawed feet,
his red eyes in the headlights.
it happened so quickly,
the thump of his body
beneath the carriage
of the car, the feel
of his roll beneath my
feet. i looked in the rear
view mirror to see what
was left of him, but
it was too dark to see
anything behind me.
i shook my friend awake
and said hey, i think
we hit something in the
road, maybe a possum,
to which he replied.
I'm hungry. are we almost
home?