The house plant with one leaf,
the elderly dog who won't leave you
until you decide for her,
the trapped insect butting
against the screen, searching,
the man who awakens from a long coma.
Every living thing clings to life,
my canary, his legs could no longer
hold him, his mere ounces,
he rested his head on the seed cup
I placed on the floor of his cage
for as long as he could.
2 comments:
Very moving, beautifully written. I am sorry to hear about your canary.
This post brought tears to my eyes.
What beautiful, amazing images.
Thank you.
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