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in that instance I fell in love
with your dark hair and eyes
the most expressive shade of brown
I must have kissed you
a thousand times or more
but today . . . . .
today I kissed a killer
you took the life of another
aggressively, violently
shaking, shaking, shaking
your ancestors loose
all I could do was watch
the light leave his eyes
my heart breaking in two
at the dichotomy of you
Wow! Great writing! Chilling and deep, but tinged with love... I think
ReplyDeleteOur dog Joey killed a raccoon yesterday. It broke my heart to see but yes I love my boy.
DeleteThis just made me realize something...we love our dogs, not always the things that they do. Why don't we as a nation do the same for people. Great writing!
ReplyDeletegreat balance of love and heartbreak.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kamana, never seen our dogs go for anything like that before. They are such love bugs. Natural instincts are powerful things.
DeleteI went for a trip through google land before I found your blog - smiles. Any pieces written on dogs. I am there. Joey is gorgeous, when is read killed another shaking his ancestors loose, I thought he had killed another dog. Though I am like you and hate to see any animal kill another, their instinct to kill can override their domesticity. If the photo wasn't there, I would have thought you were talking about a human, very descriptive, pain and love and the line I kissed a killer..awesome.
ReplyDeleteThanks for finding me. :0) Shaking his ancestors loose was a reference to wolves, and the wild natural instincts that domestic dogs still retain. The two dogs we have are quite the love bugs when it comes to each other and people but raccoons, not so much. Unfortunately I was unable to save it, it was hard to see it die.
DeleteI too thought at first he had killed another dog-and was so relieved to know it was not--that instinct is so strong--survival--I have one that would kill if she could get close enough. But at 11 with 2 leg surgeries behind her, Sasha just can't do it--but boy would she like to! Loved this piece of writing!
ReplyDeleteso he killed a raccoon? maybe he thought he was defending you, you know...def agree with audrey,instinct is hard to overcome...and when you least expect it, it comes back to you....
ReplyDeleteFirst, eye catching title and riveting words ~ Relieved to find out it was just a raccoon but maybe his instincts kicked in ~ I must tell you I don't have my own dogs (Our family had only 1 when I was a child but when he died, never got another) but I can relate to your horror when you saw the raccoon dead -
ReplyDeleteHappy Saturday ~
I hate to see any living thing die.
Deleteyeah... sometimes we forget that they have instincts and as much as a friend they can be, in their heart they stay wild..
ReplyDeletePerfect close.
ReplyDeleteWho could not fall in love with that face? And yet, that predator instinct is still there. Very emotional poem.
ReplyDeleteHe's my boy and is such a love bug but it was hard to see his natural instincts kick in.
DeleteYour writing is so powerful. A beautiful photo of Joey. I had a raccoon living in my cuppola on my garage last year. It was scaring me a lot. Maybe Joey was protecting you.
ReplyDeleteyou write so beautifully, must have been awful to watch.
ReplyDeleteI'm the sort of person that mourns roadkill, I hate to see anything die.
DeleteOh, and they will follow their instincts. Our dogs, both now gone, got a bird once. It broke my heart. Like you, the death of any animal saddens me, can destroy a happy mood (for a while anyway.) Here in the desert we see lots of predation: hawks and coyotes for the most part.
ReplyDeleteOur lab had caught a couple of cardinals which broke my heart but to see them go after something so much bigger really caught me off guard. Living in the country I should get used to death . . . a hawk swooped down and caught a robin just the other day.
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