Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Cold Morning Air
A dark shape by the side of the road
Struggles to get back on his feet
Back legs betray with impossible angles
Black eyes reflect the cars that I meet
Burning hot breath in the cold morning air
Tell a story of pain with no option to flee
That's when I hear a desperate scream
And realize it's coming from me
This morning on my way to the vet with Athena I saw a deer that had just been hit by a car. I felt so sick, helpless and angry when all I could do was to plead with the Circus Director to please make it quick. I can't seem to shake the image of his desperation and get a big lump in my throat every time I think about it.
I try to not see myself as a victim but maybe on some level I saw myself in his pain.
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What a hauntingly beautiful post. I'm sorry for your pain and the deer's, your post moved me to tears. Thank you for sharing.
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ReplyDeletelovely and poignant recollection
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ReplyDeleteMy friend the poet! You make me proud to know you - you and I are cut from the same cloth!
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Louise
This is sooo beautiful!!! You gave me goosebumps when I read this! I read it y-day but didn't get a chance to comment. I see you stopped by and saw your award too. You truly inspire me chickie!! I don't know if I could be as level headed as you have been through all this. I'm soo glad you share your life with all of us!!! Thank you!!!
ReplyDeleteSo sad. I hope it was quick.
ReplyDeleteVery sad :(
ReplyDelete(That pic is beautiful. I want to put it on canvas and hang it in my house. Did you take it?)