Small Animals

Although the count was high, I left my space.
I needed crackers for my favorite three-
year old – the cheddar goldfish with a face
that make his own light up in pleasure’s beam.
As I approached the street, I saw a trace
upon the path – like dander from the trees –
that made me, sobered, halt my forward pace.
Then I took in the tiny casualty:
today this ground’s a hummer’s resting place.

(Magic 9)

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