This was written for dVerse. Thank you to Mish!
The Left Behind On Christmas afternoon the hawk slayed a mourning dove I only peripherally saw the action, the hawk’s wings beating against the door the mass of feathers a powder gray downy carpet on decking. I thought then, as I prepared Christmas dinner, of the dove’s monogamy. How must it feel to be left? Today, isolated, I watched predators decide who should live, who should die but not from hunger but from greed megalomania, ego, conceit, power, masking sociopathy—I hope-- for no one holding a conscience could act so, could they? The mourning dove, sweet faced, so tranquil always succumbs, like a duck sitting, preyed, so slow to understand the real dangers, gentle eyes, gentle voiced, alone.
You have captured the moment, awful as it is.
Thank you. 🙂
My pleasure
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So poignantly versed
Thank you! 🙂
“who should live, who should die”…..a real and horrifying predicament in these times
This is a powerful piece.
Mish, thank you so much! 🙂
I like your description of predators of many different varieties.
Thank you, Frank! 🙂
We are doing these selections now… who shall live and who shall die. It happens, but i hope the selections are based on compassion not from greed.
I hope that compassion takes over here. The past few weeks have been a constant awakening.