Outside of the Gas Station

I found one outside of the gas station once.

It was odd, a tiny ball of fur and feather,

a fleeting life held firmly in my hands.

I felt it shiver, just a small quiver.

I felt its heart beat a chant

(I can't die, I can't)

so faint.

It poked it's beak between my fingers,

just a gentle touch, it barely lingered,

and my hands opened like a flower blooms.

It sat on the haunches of a cat

with paws that were gentle and soft.

But the head--

The head was human,

a beak affixed to its nose

and small black eyes wedged

tight in its sockets.

Print by Hannah Ellingwood

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Reviews

[Michelle N. H.]

What an interesting write. Mystical, describing and thereby vivid. Depicting the wonder and curiosity of discovering something unfamiliar.

[Benjamin]

I was trying to evoke curiosity and mystery, thank you for reading.