Caught
Please, please.
Killing is easy.
Making a gun with my index and thumb —
‘spite of my rage, I’m still just a rat in a cage’,
ya little fury four-legged-fucker:
bags of meal cost me
they’re not bought for you.
Please, please.
Scurrying from one end of the cage to the other.
Desperate. I can relate
to being that scared.
It’s only human.
Please, please.
Do you want to know your future?
A split second …
to go from living to twitching.
Blood bubbling.
Please, please.
Bags of meal cost me
they’re not bought for you.
But life is priceless.
Eye spy
Through my sight
something beginning with C,
snatching grass seeds
from perfectly ploughed field.
My aim, like my furrows, spot on.
As he attempts to flee
I name him for future alliteration purposes.
Then strung squawking between 2 posts —
a black towel flapping on a washing line.
Cornelius Crow will remain scarecrow
until the fox decides otherwise
or dies from his wounds.
