He came to us with hope,
But he was too badly broken.
His eyes; pleading, resigned.
He does not struggle.
He knows.
He shouldn’t have to see,
As he is wrapped in a soft cloth.
This should not be.
The invisible gas enters.
His hope is gone.
He is at peace.
10 years ago
Poor Swainson's hawk you mourn. But he was treated gently and didn't suffer after he came to you. It is a blessing he slipped away peacefully, poor beautiful bird. But I am sorry to hear it.
ReplyDeleteActually, I wrote this a couple of years ago about another hawk, but it was apropos that I happened to have posted it the same day that we put that beautiful Swainson's hawk down.
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