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.
Interesting parallel between the husband’s stomp and the sun’s beating. I like it.
Wow you captured this moment well!