Choices

September 22, 2008

This isn’t the one that you wanted, but
I pulled him out of the way of the others
and he latched on, milk teeth meeting
in the webbing between thumb and forefinger
and I thought, “why not?”
But you’re right, I want to save them all
even the runt, one paw shorter than the others.
You really do have to admire the tenacity
of this small half blind creature
with a handicap, fighting my hand of fate like that,
fighting the inexplicable choice of the unknown.