This is an old post that I never published, but here it is, it happened around May 2020, during my time in Redmond WA, and a precursor to the Karma short story that I published a while back. I’ve updated a couple short blips that I no longer agree with and extended the poem thing.
Yesterday I ran to the park up north from my home, and walked its length back. At some point I heard cawing, squawking, and a number of wings flapping. I look to my right above the brush and the bushes, and over the trees some 100 feet yonder I see a flock of crows being led by an eagle or hawk. As it fly’s closer and over me I notice a small furry chick in its clutches. Its alive and still twitching about. Its so small that the eagle only needs one of its its claws to hold it tight.
Some crows swoop below and over the eagle, but immediately back off. Perhaps they’re hoping the eagle would agitate itself and drop the chick. It didn’t cause the eagle any distress and it kept floating over the river and into the tree line to my far left. At some point the crows stopped giving chase, and returned to their roost squawking and crowing all the while back. It was sad to see such a little life be snatched away before my very eyes. Maybe the chick became nutrition food for the eagles own chick? How ironic would that be, hahaha! Or perhaps it was just a light snack for the eagle. In either case I’m none the wiser. It is, and it happened.
Many will love and hate,
but there is a right,
there is a wrong way,
and there is your way.
A tumultuous path,
this path you take.
With calm and equanimity,
you lay down your stake.
For the truth is,
no one knows the way.
Only with conviction take your step,
and don’t you sway.
Your canvas and blank,
the world awaits.
Your life the brush,
so put brush to canvas, and don’t you wait.
Take time to struggle and choose.
For a choice once made,
is a brush stroke anew.
So dare I say, live good and true!
There exists joy and sadness,
and death and life.
These together a gate,
where there lies bare creations strife!
For these are truth,
the human condition they are.
To fulfill and readily accept them
the good man does.