I was very moved earlier today and even distraught when I came across a half-dead bird while out for my cycle. I also became very angry that there has to be suffering in life, childish and naive of me I know. I felt like crying. I wrote a poem about it, well it's a first draft. It was a relief to be able to write as I had felt blocked all the past week. Later in the evening I came across a dead squirrel on the road too. Sometimes I think we are such a stupid and selfish race. We don't take enough care.
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.