I'm hiding under the covers so my cat doesn't see me crying, because it feels like I saw death for the first time tonight. It looked me in the eyes and it held me under the water without any breathe.
The cat's tail cut through the air like a conductor's baton orchestrating nature's symphony. Life cat seeks death bird. And nature has its way.
But baby bird was alive when the cat arrived inside, triumphant. Picking a side makes me a hypocrite but I choose bird anyway. Up into the flower box, baby bird watches the sun setting and I watch too.
But nature has its way. Baby bird is gone when I go back to pass on a smile. Into the orange sky, I hope. Into life!
Baby bird didn't find the orange but it found the blue. Face down and wings out, soaring. I can see baby bird, hop drop from the flower box hop hop by the petunias hop flutter hop splash. The blue took my breathe tonight too.
I'm hiding tonight because why should there be a pool where green has authority. Nature has its way.