food chain

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

 

Midnight

Back yard

Dogs gleefully hunting

Digging for tree frogs

From the swamp

Suddenly

High pitched screaming

Unidentifiable animal

Expecting the dogs to bark

I see that they silently

Look through

Wire fence spaces

Something is being killed

I want to stop it

I want to save it

But the dogs

Respectfully honor

Both predator and prey

Understanding the circle of life

The food chain

I go into the house without them

Soothing myself with the ukulele

Air conditioner thankfully covering up

The discordant music of death…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: FLORIDA BLACK VULTURE OVER MY SWAMP