this morning #1993.

this morning, after a few minutes of half-hearted coaxing, i opted to back off. tried to create a sense of safety. sat down on a stump & waited there until he came waddling out from behind the barn all plump & puffed up. trying to act tough. he’d just seen most of his friends & family disappear. heard their screams as they left this earth. has a right to be fearful. as the lone survivor of his flock, he must be shaken up by all the loss. completely confused. i don’t know. maybe the fate i’d chosen for him is the crueler of the two. survivor’s guilt. just couldn’t do it to him though. i’ve taken to him lately & we’ve formed a special bond. had to spare his life. to me, he’s an evolved being. he’s become more pet than meal.