i was going to paint ducklings and ducks today…

all day

since i saw them,

newly hatched,

all waddling behind their mother –

hope and trust in motion –

that is what i was going to paint,

as if one can control these things –



but as i drive down the dirt of the road home,

there, in front of my driveway, is a small bundle of black fur, in the road

with two gals and a guy – their car stopped just ahead-

i pull into my drive, stop.

get out.

go to the one girl who is now cradling the little limp body…

what do i do? she asked,

you give him to me, i answer.

her eyes fill up,

so do mine.

his limp body, still warm, still perfect, too silent in my arms…

thank you so much for stopping i say..

bless you… really

i turn up the driveway…a small drop of red now appearing on the jet black nose…

we dig a grave, and place him in it….

and pray

for the small young cat, for the girls that stopped

and for the stranger that killed him with their car…


we sit down for a moment, watching the light fade,

our backs to the graveyard – and when we turn back,

there is a small black cat

sitting atop the newly turned earth..

we blink – for a moment reality shifted –

the suddenly present black cat, looks down to the ground and then back to us…

this is real


i realize trust and hope

in motion.

the ducklings were only the preamble.


About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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