Rebirth

 

I buried a goldfish, a rat and a badger

this week

all set aside for different reasons.

 

The goldfish floated to the surface

after its opaque and frozen prison thawed out.

 

The rat, by my poison and cold,

and all the hate and fear its kind attracts.

 

The badger by a passing truck or car;

a meeting of tyre and asphalt

on an alien, unscented landscape.

 

I buried them so they would start again,

and hoping to learn how.

©Niall OConnor 2024