while out and about: that.
i simply cannot believe
that
someone hit a spruce grouse so hard
that
its remains were stuck to the road.
i cried a million tears
on the inside
while
setting the poor dear to the side of the road.
it was then
that
i imagined a local coyote
welcoming the remains
as a tasty springtime supper treat:
it was then
that
i smiled a million smiles
on the inside.
[yes: i brought home many of the loose feathers.]
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[could have been in MY belly [were it still on the claw] but now some sweet fox or coyote has enjoyed fine wild cuisine, instead....]
seems i do my best writing when emotionally stirred and when not really intending to write anything at all.
I have the same experience...
my best creative moments are borne from emotional moments.
Big drama, big creativity. teeheee.
xo