(dawg, cats, critter watch, poemlet)

[elainegrey]

Today an entry in a sorta poem-like shape, counting deaths.




Midsummer death

and a resurrection:
a theme set by bluebirds.

I live with carnivores
who instinctively hunt prey.
My culture depends on
machines
that bring creative ways to die.

Bluebirds swoop and dive at cat and dog
and me.
Their jaw-snap defiance fails,
and a fledgling is crunched
and swallowed.

News reports of men
in a machine
in the deep ocean
out of contact.
I assume the jaws of the deep
crunched and swallowed.

On a walk,
a box turtle
carcass.
Crunched by
rolling machines.

A mouse in the house.
Then no mouse.
Was there a crunch and swallow?

This morning
a cat growls
defending its prey
from another cat.

A young rabbit,
momentarily laid on the floor.
A twitch, and
i swallow it up with a towel.
I nest the towel
outside,
out of cat reach,
and observe movement of the head
stillness of the back.

I return inside to think.
To imagine.
Is the neck broken?
Can i...
crunch...
life
if there is no hope?

A little later
no rabbit in the towel.
A happy ending,
i imagine.

Comments

[amaebi]

Shocking and a good poem.