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.