In Our Distress

From Redirection, published in 2017.

In Our Distress

awkward sprawl in the gravel
tail feathers splayed
feet set as if to stand
head up
eyes open
It does not stir a muscle
at my approach
only its chest heaving
fast quick breaths.
whatever is coming
its plump summer-fed body
that may
or may not
see the winter
it has prepared for.
I leave it
to its fate
as helpless as it is.


2 thoughts on “In Our Distress

  1. I hate it when a wild creature is finishing its life and you want to do something, but you can’t – and the feelings these occasions evoke stay with me a long time.

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