17 September 2009

Her Chosen Way


he’s there, teeth bared
snarling as if it’s his food
while she’s crouched
protecting it

he’s fed on two
full chicken necks
she refused – always
her prerogative

only he sees a better
deal in VIP gourmet
chicken, wants an
elder brother’s share

her eyes do not appeal
for my support though
at my voice are calmed quite
visibly – we are in tune

a closeness that we share
he’ll come to understand
in knowing why she
stood her ground

she doesn’t want to eat
only wants to sleep the final
sleep this day and I will
let her go her chosen way
© 27 July 2009, I. D. Carswell