Dogs 2007

BIRDSHIT KARMA
(6/12/07)


in a hurry
to get home
to start my Sunday
after working
all morning
I'm going
a bit fast
hoping
to clear the streets
before the churchers
emerge
and clog
the city's
arteries

I see them
up ahead
on the sidewalk
two squirrels
one upright
the other
crouched
for a quick
start

I'm almost
upon them
and they dash
across
in front of me
clearing my front wheels
easily
and gracefully

but then
the smaller
of the two
(the female?)
stops abruptly
and attempts to reverse
its tracks
and return
to the sidewalk

a small bump
in my progress
indicates
its failure

I check
my rear view
and see the tiny body
lying inert
except
for a flickering tail
like a furry flame
of death
marking
the corpse

I watch
the scene recede
feeling like shit
thinking morosely
about the possibility
of the rodent's
waiting mate
in the bushes
a witness
to the event
suffering
in permanent
separation
from the other

what
a moronic
projection

I'm must
be getting
old
and soft
to allow
such melancholy
musings

right

focus

I accelerate
navigate the course
to my neighborhood
in good time
and prepare
to enjoy what little
weekend is left
to me

I enter
through the back
kitchen door
and a fluttering
of feathers
and frenetic
panic
greet me

a small bird
has entered
through the one
unscreened window
in the whole place
opened only slightly
but apparently
enough
to allow
my guest
entry

a realization
hits me
and I think
that this
is my karmic
forgiveness
a chance to free
this frightened animal
to make up for the death
of its distant
cousin
so recently
removed

I prop open
the door
and invite
the accidental captive
to return
to the out
of doors

unfortunately
however
I neither
speak sparrow
nor am able
to reach
any psychic
understanding
so attempt to herd
the bird
from my kitchen
using gentle motions
and encouraging
words

now
it is scared
and instead of leaving
begins shitting
all over the place
as it avoids
my guidance

so much shit
for such
a little
shit bird

finally
the tiny
little mind
seizes the opportunity
and like a shot
my avian visitor
blasts through the doorway
and up
into the sky

I look
at the mess
for any meaning
but only see
the need
of a cleaning

a rhyme

I am
getting
old