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No Favors (From my archives)

a brown, curled willow leaf resting on the edge of a paw print in the snow
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“No Favors”
a prose poem

We did him no favors, keeping him alive beyond his time. All alone, now, safe from any germ or poison or dirt or grass or fresh, cold air and sun of an autumn morning, rays of light that caress, not treetops, now, but barren ground. It would be a kindness if keepers let him sleep one last time and let him never wake again. Or join him in that cage of glass that keeps him far away and yet so near to gentle touches, fingers running through his fur. Whisper sweet words of not-aloneness in his ear. The last animal on Earth that is not human lies dying. Do not let him die alone.

Copyright © February 2015, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.

By Liz

Tired person, retired after 30 years of freelance writing/editing/photo artwork, and surrounded by almost endless possibilities.

2 replies on “No Favors (From my archives)”

Woo! I find “No Favors” beautiful and profoundly chilling. While I feel motivated upon reading this to enter the glass cage, I realize that with climate change, I won’t have to.

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