Recycling

Found in the grass,

By the side of the path,

The disc trembling in Her jaw …

Oh what treasure is this?

.

I bent down and she pressed the new found prize

Into my hand –

more plastic trash,

Disposable…

Littered by the side of a

man made artery on the body of the mother already

Filled with capitalist cholesterol.

I shuddered as I accepted her gift.

.

Undaunted, she tilted her head,

And barked.

I looked at the yogurt lid

Proudly proclaiming its organic contents,

Not a word about itself…

She barked again…

You want this back?

Her tailed wagged.

Gently I tossed it-

She leapt with joy

And caught the disk with a single bound.

.

Even as we struggle to heal,

We must find the joy of the moment.

.

She returned

Bowing,

And I threw the circle into the air

Again and again.

Reduce, reuse, recycle,

Rejoice.

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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