This word usually came to life at the end of a long day. Started early, filled with conversation and good work, and a plan to remove a threat. I almost forgot too! But fortunately a low growl hiss reminded me of this threat’s presence. It wasn’t a bad day and I’m glad it happened. It gave me a chance to reach a response to Kate’s prompt.
This Word Usually
How does one do it,
define a word like
usually, weaving words to
bring to life a common place expression.
So often word prompts
given, spark an immediate response
or at least some threads of
thought that take some mulling over
to properly produce themselves into
poetry or prose.
But exceptions to the “so often’s”
happen, so with this word
usually, struggles abound!
Usually my day is very routine
Arising at 615, caring for bunnies
and other critters, going to my job,
caring for critters again, supper,
conversation with hubby, son and
occasionally son’s gal, then bed.
Atypically though, variations in
routine happen, like tonight
taking a possum for a long
car ride to a forest teeming
with possibilities.
This, too, is part
of a routine, when wild ones
threaten the safety of
bunnies, piggies, and mice.
A trap, a trip, and then release.
Tonight though, when releasing,
I thought, perhaps I should have
had my neighbour provide a final
end. This possum, as I fought to
release her, I saw had a LOT of
noticeable physical damage to her.
Mind, I couldn’t assess her
lack of clear ability to walk while
she huddled in a trap,
but the lump on her jaw, the
mostly missing tail, and
various missing bits (that truly
had healed over).
My heart is still disquieted.
Wishing I had seen before she
was gone, thinking a wildlife
refuge may have been an answer
as well.
But possums, I don’t know, that
they are rescue-able.
I need to console myself with the
thought that she has a better chance
out in a forest on the end of a cornfield
then she does navigating the
streets of small town Ontario
with large dogs surrounding that
see possums as munchable invaders of
their turf.
Annette, I read this and thought, you have an unusual life 🙂 I don’t know if I would be able to handle trapping and then releasing a possum as I would be to afraid of it turning on me. Just goes to prove that having a usual life is unique to each one of us. Life is by design and there is only One who is the designer.
just so you know, a possum is more determined to run away than to stick around and cause trouble. Though the older they get the harder they are to extricate from the trap once they feel safer in it then confronting the trapper. 🙂 They are rather odd that way.