Injured

How could you leave him on the ground that way,
prey to every prowling jaw, a broken claw--a wingless thing
scrawny with its coat unkempt, hobbling
from the breadcrumbs I clumsily cast?

My father was a bigger man,
binding up the broken foot
keeping him the shed
feeding him till ready to fly.

Thirty-two you made that big heart
stop, a stone
lying on that same dirty path
where I found the scruffy bird.

Father-Child of human hope, deaf Ear of human fear
I can see the cat's eye scan and narrow
and I can't sleep. I know I'm fallen too
and how much help to expect from you.


© 2011 Dan Goorevitch

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Pets & Animals

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• injured
• bird

[orangejump11]

damn... that's always sad.