Four mice, already, buried in the dirt.
Only the cat and wild things should know what it is to hold a warm kill.
If we just stopped killing things for a few minutes, or even a day.
Can you even picture it?
Only, the bodies keep stacking up and in different places.
We've got a thousand slick-talkers for every issue.
A million chickens in a pen, though?
We all require satiety.
Only that's different.
This must be how the cat feels.
They come to the feeder willingly, every day.
It's so easy, after all, to kill a bird.
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Philip Canterbury
Storyteller and published historian crafting fiction and nonfiction.
2022 Vocal+ Fiction Awards Finalist [Chaos Along the Arroyo].
Top Story - October 2023 [All the Colorful Wildflowers].
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Comments (3)
Wow. This one will tag along or even steer my train of thought today.
This is on point with eclectic nuance
Whoaaa, this was so profound and poignant! Definitely thought provoking as well!