A small bird... saved from my cat.
This small bird had no eyes.
How did this little bird last this long without sight, without feathers... without protection?
Where had it come from? Why was it here, now?
I scooped it up into a colander and walked up the road with it.
Should I put it out of its misery? Should I take it to the local shelter? Let the natural world take care of it?
What should I do?
I cannot tell you what I did... I cannot.
I think that my compassion was not strong enough, or brave enough, to do what the spirit of this tiny creature wanted.
I only hope that no one judges me for my decision.
I only hope that this impossible (untold) choice was the right one.
Maybe there was no right decision ...
... Only you.