sometimesihatemycat

I cannot leave
A wild thing trapped
And watch it throw itself
Against a window pane
Over and over and over
I cannot turn
And walk away
Knowing I can help
Just one small thing
In one small way
I have spent too long
Shuttling the insect
Relocating the worm
Feeding the squirrel
Holding the dying
Bearing witness
To that
One small thing
Even if it only has
Moments
Or one more day
I cannot leave
A wild thing trapped

-me

~ by April on July 15, 2021.

Posted in Death, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry
Tags: Care, Death, Dying, Help, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry, Sadness, Sensitive, Small Things, Trapped, Wild Things, Witness