Four mice, already, buried in the dirt.
Only the cat and wild things should know what it is to hold a warm kill.
If we just stopped killing things for a few minutes, or even a day.
Can you even picture it?
Only, the bodies keep stacking up and in different places.
We've got a thousand slick-talkers for every issue.
A million chickens in a pen, though?
We all require satiety.
Only that's different.
This must be how the cat feels.
They come to the feeder willingly, every day.
It's so easy, after all, to kill a bird.
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Philip Canterbury
Storyteller and historian crafting fiction and nonfiction.
2022 Vocal+ Fiction Awards Finalist [Chaos Along the Arroyo].
Top Story - October 2023 [All the Colorful Wildflowers].
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