My eyes fluttered open at 1:43 in the morning
To the sound of wings falling to the ground.
They flittered about, much like my waking eyes,
And resembling a heartbeat thumping in rhythm.
I heard it crying out in agony to the midnight sky,
Begging for help, begging for its wings to be repaired.
When I could hear its feeble life force giving out,
That cadency dropped in time signature, crying
Out slowly and more faintly. I felt my stomach turn
As I finally heard the owl who had brought that
Bird down to its fate, joyously squawking in delight!
Harrowing through the guts and creating a horror
For everything else awake to tremble and fear.
To know that I am safe in my home, only subjected
To listen to its normal and natural brutality;
Does not satisfy the empathetic heart that beats within.
To not save the bird, that was only meant to
Be a meal in this lifetime, breaks and pummels
My heart into pieces. But to take a meal away
From a creature who yearns to feast, suppresses
My heart just as badly. And this is how I know
That I am a washout; because I wince and
Shudder at the idea of my enemies tripping
And falling down. That I cannot even dream
Of pedophiles and rapists acquiring the karma
That they so very well deserve. That I wish for
Love for every single creature who breathes and lives.
About the Creator
Rachel Jacobs
Welcome to The Chameleon Heart.......
@phantasma.philosophy ~ Instagram for my poetry.
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