Poemdog

Dogs 2016

THE SMALLEST OF THINGS
(5/22/16)


when
he was
young

he shot
a bird
with his
BB gun

the first
animal
that he had
ever killed

he was
elated
when he saw
the sparrow drop
from the
tree

he had
done it

he was
a hunter

then
as he held
the still
soft

the still
warm body

a depression
set in

he wished
that it could
fly away

he would
purposely harm
no other living
creature
after that

yet he
strangled her
to death
without
a second
thought

the day
was beautiful
outside

the birds
singing
for Spring