The Blue Tit Is Suffocating

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I was digging holes in a plot of soil
Rooting out tangleweed
She had found a frog, was herding it about me
Was dribbling it between her feet
And it let off a noise - shrill, loud, sustained
About as far from a 'ribbit' as a tin whistle a bassoon
She weaved it shrieking round a gauntlet of clump grass and thistle
And I felt sick to see the glee on her face, so I acted

By scaring her away with a shuffle of my foot
Scooping the harassed amphibian on my spade
I tossed it into a nearby bush
And left it up to God

Then I moved from tangleweed, started on Alpinum seeds
Then she caught a bird for me
I think it was a blue tit
Pale breasted, round, petite
Specks of blood on its feathers
She dropped it on my lavenders
Where it lay near-motionless
Only on closer inspection
Did I notice its small, round beak
Opening and closing weakly - very quiet

She had crushed its throat in her jaws
Rendering throat useless as an air duct
Which meant that the blue tit was suffocating
While she, in fascination, looked
And I found this quite distressing

So I trod as hard as I could on the blue tit's head
A sort of mercy killing - a quicker death
And though it took two stomps to crush it dead
My hope is it pipped suffocation

Because that was the intention
I went black inside, feeling pretty sordid
The blue tit was suffocating. It made my day morbid

So I went back inside and had a cup of tea

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