Cona Adams Poet Narrative

Self Defeating Rescue

The scream assaults my ears,
rips open my heart.

I catch Petunia, fat cat hunter,
and snatch the baby bunny
from her mouth.

Strong and determined,
she jumps free,
goes after her prey.

Repeatedly, I force
Petunia's jaws open
to release the terrified bunny.

On the third try, my grip holds.
Baby bunny flees
toward the distant tree line,
tiny legs pumping
like mechanical pistons.

Petunia sulks,
tail switching in anger.
I breathe a sigh of relief.

"He'll come back," hubby says, smiling,
"when he's grown,
  and eat your flowers."

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Joyce Johnson October 2, 2014 at 10:53 AM What a lovely story. Reminds me of some of the bad things my outdoor kitties did. My kitties now do not get outside. There are coyotes around. Thanks for finding my Mother's Apron and bringing it back. Love, Joyce Cona Adams October 2, 2014 at 12:35 PM Thank you, Joyce. My kitties do not go outside now either. One round of fleas in the house was a convincing lesson.