For Brigit
Life and life, side by side, my feral friend, well
Brigit, a human call, in the end, and now
When I look out every morning to see the world
I’ll know “I was just doing my job” even your
Kittens so happy in their own backyard
My backyard, I said, I have no other option
Than to risk getting you all killed, my feral friends,
Sent growling in a carrier, away, and now,
Tied to the social wheel, I look on that empty place
Where I betrayed all Life for a high Ideal, incompatible
With the natural world, who sustains us all
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