One Last Step
I watched my husband
stomp a mouse today.
I didn’t want to.
I meant to look away,
but it happened too fast,
and I witnessed the last
moment of a small life
there on the edge of the
hay field in the heat of day
when the sun heat beat
down on our backs.
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Interesting parallel between the husband’s stomp and the sun’s beating. I like it.
Wow you captured this moment well!